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




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