UK Shanty - Clean Bandit, Eliza Shaddad

January always brings a fear of creatures

Strong-holdings and salt in places yet to heal

Crying at the site of strings

She was there when they came for you

A great man and the child in you

Enough when I take you far from here

Enough to cut a morning view

Strange how a sound could change your feelings

Staring wide and dirty breathing

I remember how a calling came in Scared of deceiving and all I could hear was «run!»

The fire, the fire

January always brings a fear of creatures

Strong-holdings and salt in places yet to heal

Crying at the site of strings

She was there when they came for you

A great man and the child in you

Enough when I take you far from here

Enough to cut a morning view