A Strange And Foreign Land
Words And Music By Ricky Ross

 Capo 2nd Fret

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They came in the summer
Talking of new lives
Packed us in trucks
Took us all away
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We drove onwards
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And we sailed northwards
Until we reached a town on a bay
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Now we go out late
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To catch the low tide
Then we wade out far, as far as we can
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Catching cockles, on the sand flats
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Of this strange and foreign land

Sometimes it's quiet
At the seafront
But I need to find some work
Or we don't eat
Cause there's no job too small for me now
When there's so many back home I need to keep
They said you've got such a big family
I said I do sir and I trust I will to the end
But it gets cold here by Christmas
In a strange and foreign land

This waters cold
Colder than our journey
On the long road
We took to bring us here
Fujian, Moscow, Berlin and Dover
To a bed in a house in Lancashire
It's getting dark and I need to find the shore line
My voice is weak and I can't shout the man
I can't swim and I can't get any help here
In this strange and foreign land

When I look back
What do I remember
Not the wind or the waters cover me
Not the cries of my poor brothers
As they surrendered to the sea
I still recall my struggle
To reach the safety of the sand
How could I ever
feel so grateful
To this strange and foreign land
How could I ever
Feel so grateful
To this strange and foreign land