Speak to the Dead Jonathan Young

[Chorus]
Speak to the dead and listen well
Save our souls from burning
Speak to the dead or we meet them instead
They will not be returning

[Verse 1]
Born below our father's sails
Cross the ocean far
And the storm will blow, and timbers fail
We’ve lost sight of the stars
The king has sent our sorry ship
Starving for our pay
And as we break our backs, the thunder rolls
And he's feasting far away

[Pre-Chorus]
If the Captain would lead us asunder
If his Pride takes this ship to the brink
When his lungs fill with water, I wonder
How his hindsight will help whеn we sink?

[Chorus]
Speak to the dеad and listen well
Save our souls from burning
Speak to the dead or we meet them instead
They will not be returning