Sad February - The Unthanks

Cold February and all is not well

There’s few will sleep easy this night

Down on the dockside, grim silent men standing

Under the pale yellow light

There’s scarcely a murmur and laughter there’s none

Of whispering there’s barely a sound

For their thoughts are away, down there in the bay

Where it’s said that the Lairdsfield is down

Bleak February a cruel bitter wind

Stirs up the black grimy foam

Out there on the sea is no place to be

Far better by the fireside and warm

But not for the sailor the soft easy chair

He’s out there earning his bread

But tonight there are ten who’ll work never again

Counted among the drowned dead

Dark February a few flakes of snow

Drift over bowed heads on the stray

By the breakwater side and along by the Gare

They wait for the first streaks of day

And over the sand-dunes and over the bar

See a few feet of keel nothing more

Held fast in the sand with all of her hands

Barely two miles from the shore

Sad February and all is not well

There’s few will sleep easy this night

Down at the dockside, grim silent men standing

Under the pale yellow light

For down there at Teesmouth

The Lairdsfield is drowned

And with her every man of her crew

Ten men who’ll not see the springtime again

Nor yet see the cold winter through