The Cruel Sea
Pounding seas, wind tossed spray
Cold North wind, blowing night and day
The ice gripping men in disarray
The convoy ploughing onward
The merchant vessels, shadows in mist,
Weave and wind, wend and twist
Then disappear when torpedo kissed
The convoy ploughing onward
The small corvette, the guiding hand
The leader of the straggling band
But cannot make a fighting stand
The convoy ploughing onward
The men washed into icy seas
The eyes that bulge, the limbs that freeze
The ship brought down upon its knees
The convoy ploughing onward
The submarine torpedoes roar
Explosion, seas rush through open door
Ships and men on the ocean floor
The convoy ploughing onward
Few are left when journey's done
Supplies got through, the race is run
So many lost, so who has won?
The convoy ploughing onward
Copyright © Tom Clifford | Year Posted 2009
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