Red sky in the morning, banshee still sleeping
But sure as the evening crowns the day
When she wakes to keen your fate
And fortune forefit if to be tied
Out here on your side
On your side
I'll hold the line
When our audacious hope spoils useless
And the waves start to repeal your plimsoll line
Put your trembling hand in mine
I'll whistle, in the dark you hide
Out here on your side
On your side
I'll hold the line
On your side when the doctor can no more do mending
On your side where the seraph tires his wing and tread
On your side where no lark has been ascending
I'll hold the line
Out here on your side
I'll hold the line
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