The Last Refugee lyrics

[Intro]

"And it's also the end of broadcasting for Thursday, the end of broadcasting for 1970"

"Seven to severe hail, nine, decreasing six in Humber later. Rain then showers, moderate to poor becoming good."

"Southwesterly, six to gale eight. Occasionally, severe gale nine"

"At the third stroke, it will be 11:24 and 50 seconds"

"At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely"

"This is the British Broadcasting Corporation"

"At the third stroke it will be 8:57, precisely"

"In north southwesterly, 4 or 5, otherwise variable rainfall, mainly northerly in the southeast"

"A happy new year to you all"

"At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely"

"Goodnight, everyone"

[Verse 1]

Lie with me now

Under lemon tree skies

Show me the shy, slow smile you keep hidden

By warm brown eyes

Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely apart

And wonder at love's sweet ache

And the wild beat of my heart

Oh, rhapsody tearing me apart

[Verse 2]

And I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my child

She was taking a last look at the sea

Wading through dreams, up to our knees in warm ocean swells

While bathing belles, soft beneath

Hard bitten shells punch their iPhones

Erasing the numbers of redundant lovers

And search the horizon

And you'll find my child

Down by the shore

Digging around for a chain or a bone

Searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea

The last refugee