On The Border


On The Border
by Al Stewart

The fishing boats go out across the evening water,
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud,
The ghost moon sails among the clouds,
And turns the rifles into silver,
On the border

On my wall, the colours of the maps are running
>From Africa, the winds, they talk of changes coming
The torches flare up in the night,
The hand that sets the farms alight,
Has spread the word to those who're waiting
On the border

In the village where I grew up
Nothing seems the same
Still you never see the change
>From day to day
No one notices the customs slip away

Late last night the rain was knocking on my window,
I moved across the darkened room, and in the lamp-glow,
I thought I saw down in the street,
The spirit of the century
Telling us that we're all standing
On the border

In the islands where I grew up,
Nothing seems the same
It's just the patterns that remain,
An empty shell
But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well

The fishing boats go out across the evening water,
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud,
The ghost moon sails among the clouds,
And turns the rifles into silver,
On the border,
On the border,
On the border,
On the border







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