On Morecombe Bay by Kevin Littlewood as sung by Christie Moore

Am (x02210@1)                                   Em (022000@1)         
Out beyond the street lamps, where the calliopes roar
Am (x02210@1)                         Em (022000@1)                   
Past the wrack and samphire, beyond the shore
       C (x32010@1)                                      Dsus2I've (xx0230@1)seen them walking through the tide, as the rain cuts through the spray
Am (x02210@1)                          Em (022000@1)               EChinese (022100@1)cockle pickers on the sands of Morecambe bay
Am (x02210@1)                                        Em (022000@1)                 
I stood beside them in the corner shop, and in the market too
Am (x02210@1)                                    Em (022000@1)        
I should have spoken to them, told them everything we knew
C (x32010@1)                          Dsus2Like (xx0230@1)our mothers told us, as we went out to play
Am (x02210@1)                               Em (022000@1)               E (022100@1)               
Never try to race and tide, on the sands of Morecambe Bay

C (x32010@1)                        G (320003@1)         
     For the tide is the devil, it will run you out of breath
     F (133211@1)                       G (320003@1)                E (022100@1)    Race you to the seashore, chase you to your death
         C (x32010@1)                           G (320003@1)    The tides the very devil, and the devil has its day
            F (133211@1)           G (320003@1)                Am (x02210@1)     
     On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe bay

Am (x02210@1)                                 EmSaw (022000@1)them sending money orders home, their hard earned pay
Am (x02210@1)                              EmTales (022000@1)of crossing borders, on the road to Morecambe bay
C (x32010@1)                           Dsus2Sleeping (xx0230@1)in crowded rooms, on cold hard floors   
Am (x02210@1)                    Em (022000@1)            E (022100@1)               
Such dreamless life, is not worth dying for

Am (x02210@1)                                          EmAnd (022000@1)now we see them in the distance, laid out in the morning light
Am (x02210@1)                    EmMigrant (022000@1)workers, twenty three were drowned last night
C (x32010@1)                              Dsus2There (xx0230@1)final phone calls, halfway round the world crossed
   Am (x02210@1)                              Em (022000@1)               E (022100@1)               
As between two river estuaries, they raced the tide and lost

C (x32010@1)                        G (320003@1)         
     For the tide is the devil, it will run you out of breath
     F (133211@1)                       G (320003@1)                E (022100@1)    Race you to the seashore, chase you to your death
         C (x32010@1)                           G (320003@1)    The tides the very devil, and the devil has its day
            F (133211@1)           G (320003@1)                Am (x02210@1)     
     On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe bay
         C (x32010@1)                    G (320003@1)    In Fugian and Xelang, they mourn their next of kin
     F (133211@1)                                      G (320003@1)               E (022100@1)    Gang masters, with snake tattoos, calling money loans back in
     C (x32010@1)                                 G (320003@1)    Broken hearted parents, watch their children stole away
            F (133211@1)             G (320003@1)                Am (x02210@1)    To die upon the cockle banks of Morecambe bay

Am (x02210@1)                          EmThe (022000@1)tides the very devil, and the devil has its day
       F (133211@1)           G (320003@1)                Am (x02210@1)  
On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe bay

Mike Hesp