Christy Moore - On Morecambe Bay lyrics

Out beyond the street lamps
Where the calliopes roar
Past the rack and samphire, beyond the shore
I've seen them walking through the tide
As rain cuts through the spray
Chinese cockle-pickers on the sands
Of Morecambe Bay

I stood behind them in the corner
Shop and in the market too
I should have spoken to them
Told them everything I knew
Like our mothers told us as
We went out to play
Never try and racе the tide on
The sands of Morеcambe Bay

For the tide is The Devil
It will run you out of breath
Race you to the seashore
Chase you to your death
The tide is the very Devil and
The Devil has it's day
On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe Bay
Saw them sending money orders home
All their hard earned pay
Tales of crossing borders on the
Road to Morecambe Bay
Sleeping in crowded rooms on cold hard floors
Such dreamless life is not worth dying for

I see them in the distance
Laid out in the morning light
23 migrant workers were drowned last night
Their final phonecalls halfway round
The world crossed
As between the river estuaries they
Raced the tide and lost

For the tide is The Devil
It will run you our of breath
Race you to the seashore
Chase you to your death
The tides is the very Devil and
The Devil has it's day
On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe Bay

In Fujian and Zeeland they mourn
Their next of kin
Gang masters with snake tattoos call
Money loans back in
Broken hearted parents watch their
Children stow away
To the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe Bay

The tide is the very Devil and
The Devil has it's day
On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe Bay