Finisterre - June Tabor

Farewell, Finisterre

Sleep away the afternoon

Just rocking with the tide

Drinking with the moon

I found a ticket in my pocket

All the way from Port-of-Spain

And the warm wind from the Indies covered me again

Santander, the sky is falling

The tale we told each other has an end

Santander, to hear me calling

You, that never lost a friend…

We’d often look for gold

Treasure buried in the sand

We hid it long ago

Before our wars began

When the world was green and early

And time was on our side

Before the storm got up to blow us far and wide

Santander, the sky is falling

The tale we told each other has an end

Santander, to hear me calling

You, that never lost a friend…

Farewell, Finisterre

Sleep away the afternoon

Just rocking with the tide

Drinking with the moon

Last night I turned the glasses over

And I drank the bottle dry

The moon stared out to sea all night and so did I

Santander, the sky is falling

The tale we told each other has an end

Santander, to hear me calling

You, that never lost a friend

Never lost a friend…