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作词 : Sting
作曲 : Sting
Ensemble：
Oom dey ey, oom dey ey, oom dey ey,
Oom dey ey, oom dey ey, oom dey ey,
Jackie White：
Gideon was born within sight of the shipyard,
This son of a riveter’s son.
Gideon was raised as the ship grew a shadow,
Her great hull would blot out the light of the sun.
Ensemble：
Oom dey ey, oom dey ey, oom dey ey,
Oom dey ey, oom dey ey, oom dey ey,
Jackie：
Trapped in the cage of the skeleton ship,
All the workmen suspended like flies…
Jackie & Peggy White：
Caught in the flare of acetylene light:
A son and his father as an industry dies.
Company：
What else is there for a shipbuilder’s son? (Ooh)
A new ship to complete, new work to be done... (Ooh)
One day he dreamed of a ship in the world,
That would carry his father and he,
To a place they would never be found,
To a place far away from this town.
Father O’Brien：
And year after year a new bottle was broken
That launched a great ship out to sea.
He’d stand with his girl near the bend in the river
And the town that he desperately wanted to flee.
Young Gideon：
Another ship ready to launch.
Young Meg：
It’s a beautiful thing.
Young Gideon：
Let’s hope it, Meg. We can get out before it’s too late.
Young Meg：
Gideon, we can’t leave Wallsend. We can’t just get on a boat and go –
Young Gideon：
But we can. All it takes is the doing of it. And you. And me...
Will ye come with me Meg to the bend in the river,
On a ship that will carry us over the sea?
We’ll canvas the stars and we’ll harness the moonlight,
Young Meg：
We’ll rope the south wind to the clouds, you and me,
Young Gideon：
Then we’ll cut loose the moorings
Young Gideon & Young Meg：
The winds they shall turn,
And we’ll always look fo’wards and never astern.
Young Gideon：
We’ll be stowaways,
Young Meg：
Pirates!
Young Gideon & Young Meg：
Whole fleets we shall burn,
And I’ll/you’ll find us a berth
At the end of the earth,
Young Gideon：
I promise.
Young Meg：
You promise,
Young Gideon：
I promise
Young Gideon & Young Meg：
We’ll never return.
Jackie：
And then what they call an industrial accident
Left old Joe Fletcher half dead
Jackie & Peggy：
They brought Gideon’s father back home in an ambulance.
A brass watch, a cheque, and an invalid’s bed.
Jackie, Father O’Brien, Peggy & Company：
What else was there for a shipbuilder’s son, (Ooh)
A new ship to be built, new work to be done... (Ooh)
Men：
For this is our work in the welding of steel,
And the bending of plates in the shape of a keel,
In our hands are the tools that we’ll leave to our sons,
The traditions and skills that we hope to pass on,
Til we sail,
Til we sail to the island of souls.
Joe Fletcher：
Here, you’ll be needing these. Apprentice positions are hard to come by. You’ll be taking it.
Young Gideon：
No – I don’t think so.
Joe：
Your place is here, in the yards.
Young Gideon：
But that’s your place, not mine.
Joe：
Then tell me, how are we going to live? Someone has to put food on the table.
Young Gideon：
I just know I can’t stay here. I can’t end up like…
Joe：
… Like me? Like my father and his father? That’s what you mean.
Young Gideon：
Yes.
Joe：
Hell with you then, Gideon Fletcher. If that’s all my life means to you, then get the **** out of my sight.
Young Gideon：
No, Dad –
Company：
That night he dreamed of a ship in the world
That would carry his soul to the sea,
To a place he could never be found,
To a place far away from this town,
This Newcastle ship without coals,
He would sail to the island of souls.
Young Gideon：
...He’s going to make me go into the yards.
Young Meg：
Running away from him won’t help.
Young Gideon：
And staying here? Will that help? His life may be over, but mine’s not.
Young Meg：
He needs you here, Gideon.
Young Gideon：
He needs nothing from me.
It’s now or never, Meg. Come with me – please, I’m begging you.
Young Meg：
Gideon… I can’t go.
Young Gideon：
And I can’t stay... I’ll be back for ye, I promise.
Young Meg：
You say that now.
Young Gideon：
I’ll find us a berth
At the end of the earth,
I promise.
Young Meg：
You promise,
Young Gideon：
I promise.
Company：
This dream, this dream of a ship in the world,
That would carry his soul to the sea,
To a place he could never be found,
To a place far away from this town,
A Newcastle ship without coals,
He would sail, he would sail,
He would sail, he would sail,
He would sail to the island of souls.
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