Sunday morning
There’s a cold wind
Down by the Tatterdoo
Rocks are scarred with blue
No one saw her
Like a seabird
Fly high the crested waves
Saw her fall from grace
Solomon Brown
Solomon Brown
Facing the storm alone
Losing your way home
Can you hear me?
There’s a cruel sea
God knows how hard we tried
Save us from this night
Solomon Brown
Solomon Brown
Facing the storm alone
Losing your way home
Sunday morning
There’s a cold wind
Down by the Tatterdoo
Rocks are scarred with blue