Ben Gunstone - Indian Queens

I gathered my men
Cherry-Garrard and Crean
Left the dogs and explorers
Headed west out to
Indian Queens

Trading my cousin's ashes
For a jug of coffee and cream
On that bleak stretch of road
Just short of
Indian Queens

The damage was boats
It's a heavy machine
A surge of green water
Sinking ships
And surfacing submarines

The salt winds are blowing west
For you, I nearly did my best

Of Spanish descent
I fell in love with a girl
Her father was jealous
Zealous
Ain't that the way of the world?

The bells of St Tudy
Peel o'er the lea
I got you in my heart
Her in my head
And The Devil's Jump in front of me

I gathered my men
Knispel, Hartmann, Prien
Through the wolves to the waves
Changed course
East a quarter north
Backing south, Indian Queens

The salt winds are blowing west
For you, I nearly did my best

I used to be scared
I used to be free
Now I'm just stunned
Dumb, numb and on the run
To Indian Queens

You can measure success
Whatever that means
By the hours you spend
As yourself without pretending
To be

I gathered my men
Irving and Mallory
We scaled the moor
Til the storm broke forth
Eight fathoms short
Indian Queens

The salt winds are blowing west
For you, I nearly did my best

Life hangs limply
From an elder tree
Drawn and quartered
It'll sing in a whisper
The robin's lullaby to me

My time has been good
My time has been lean
My time's nearly up now
Maybe I'll see you
Down in Indian Queens

Written by:
Ben Gunstone

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