Seaflight
David Dick's amazing story.
Seaflight
It's February '96, the Seaflight, sails from home.
It's the start of a great adventure,
To be the youngest to sail around alone.
Then we hear some sad news,
The Seaflight's on her way back.
It must have taken a great deal of courage.
Sometimes the hardest choice is changing your tack.
But, the project doesn't loose direction.
Repairs are completed before too long,
And the Seaflight heads back over the horizon.
The adventure only just begun.
Chorus
Some say it just ain't right,
That you should have headed out all alone.
But from where I stand your courage,
Brings so much hope to those left here at home.
You've been singled out like Chichester,
And Cottee and Sanders before.
And I bet it ain't the last time,
You play adventurer for us all.
Then the photographs arrive from the Falklands.
And proudly written on the hull,
are the names Mum, Harold, Jon and Robin
I guess they are the ones you love the most.
And there is one of officer Taylor,
machining your much needed bolts.
You can see in his eyes,
You've touched his heart, You've touched his soul.
Then there's Seaflight, sailing into the sunset,
She looks lonely, she looks serene.
And my heart is filled with admiration,
When I remember your only seventeen.
Chorus
There are many people following your progress.
Most of us you will never meet.
And we're starting to get a little excited,
Your journey is over half complete.
And when we are planning our next destination,
I've often heard people say
"The only thing to do is batten down the hatches,
And go the David Dicks way".
So in your quiet moments,
When your thoughts turn to home.
You can be sure in heart and in spirit,
Your not sailing on alone.
Chorus
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Copyright Jane Laws 1996
Unauthorised copying, public performance, broadcasting, hiring or rental of this song prohibited.
Life
Reflective song about those who don't have it as good as most of the Western World.
Life
I was walking through a market
In some far and distant land,
With a fistful of dollars
And my suitcase in my hand.
He shouted 'Madam buy my leathers,
Or how about this lace'.
He had worked from dawn to dusk
And there was sorrow in his face.
Chorus
I was born in this lucky country
This land I call my own,
Full of opportunity
Where we are free to roam.
Where there is music and there is laughter,
Food on our table ever after.
I am one of the lucky few
Who can call this land my home.
That night I wandered out
And found him living in a car,
He was singing for his supper
On a single stringed guitar.
In the middle of that city
You find the young girls dressed up pretty.
They're working the streets
They're in the night clubs and the bars.
Chorus
I threw him a dollar
And he smiled and said 'Some day
That I will take a wife when I find a job
that gives more pay'.
There was hope in his eyes
I just smiled and walked away.
He made me feel uneasy
There was nothing I could say.
Chorus
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Copyright Jane Laws 1996
Unauthorised copying, public performance, broadcasting, hiring or rental of this song prohibited.
Carefee Years
While Jane was waiting for a train at a Railway Station she met a middle-aged man. Everything he owned was by his side and she wondered what had happened to bring him to this point in his life. He is the inspiration for this song.
Carefee Years
Chorus
And my kids are home making gingerbread,
Like my mama used to make.
Their rocky road lies way ahead
And they’ll remember each mistake.
Their laughter and their cryin
Is music in my ears.
Though they long to grow up fast,
These will be their carefree years.
Standing at the railway station, no place to go.
Beside him his bags are packed,
Over his shoulder his old banjo.
I asked him where you goin,
He says ‘been here to long.
Don’t matter where I go
As long as I’m moving on’.
His face paints a picture
Worth a thousand words or more,
Life dealt him a bitter blow
A hundred years before.
But there’s no bitterness hiding,
He’s tried to set himself free.
He don’t have the shackles round him
That belong to you and me.
Chorus
Next train at the station is heading south from here,
He takes up a window seat
And I hear him laugh and cheer.
He gets me to thinking
Of the days when I was small,
Riding high on my papa’s knee
And climbing trees so tall.
When there was nothing to do
But school, then home to have some fun,
Or argue with my sisters over the chores to be done.
But nothing lasts for ever
that’s the way its meant to be.
Just a pity when we’re young
We don’t appreciate we’re free.
Chorus
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Copyright Jane Laws 1996
Unauthorised copying, public performance, broadcasting, hiring or rental of this song prohibited.
Gypsy Traveller
Inspired by the desert sands of Namibia where Jane spent many nights camping under the stars.
Gypsy Traveller
Last night I sang to you
A song on my guitar,
And the sound of voices
They were coming from afar.
But going by my memory
The night was just so long,
And the sound of voices
Of the children have all gone.
I’ve lived my life with you
Wandered from land to land,
And I recall those nights
We slept on desert sands.
Just in search of food and water
And hoping that we’d find
The sound of voices
Of the children on our minds.
I’m getting older now
The tide has reached my shore,
But I have lived my life
I do not ask for more.
Just remember those young children,
For they remember you.
I’m a Gypsy Traveller
And this song I sing is true.
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Copyright Jane Laws 1996
Unauthorised copying, public performance, broadcasting, hiring or rental of this song prohibited.
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