Along The Western Seaboard

[Verse 1]
Heavenly Father, could you hear the prayer that I've offered you today
Some of the people in the parish have been asking me to pray for them
They have no strength to help themselves
They need help fending for themselves
We do all that we can do, but there's so little that we can do

And this is the worst winter I've known of, even worse than last
The snow has stayed for too long on the ground, and for the second year around now
All across our little island, we give all our sweat and toil
But still the crops they have all rotted in the soil

[Pre-Chorus]
And all along the western seaboard, they await with open hands
For something to feed their children, or a ship to foreign lands
But there is nothing here to give them, except for chickenfeed and sand
While Britannia rules the roost with iron hand

[Chorus]
Lord what can we do now, Lord what can we do?
When we need to feed so many, and there's not even for the few
Lord what can we do now, Lord what can we do?
They are starving
They are freezing
And their clothes have all worn through

[Verse 2]
Heavenly Father, your people need You more than ever now
It's such a desperate situation that the nation's in somehow
I can't see many pulling through, because even if we had the food
Many of them have disease, Lord, I hope You hear our pleas
They are scattered by the roadside, inp the towns and in the fields
And there's not even food to work for, never mind beg, lend, or steal
If we go by the predictions, with starvations and evictions
Some two million will be dead before we're through

[Pre-Chorus]
Still all along the western seaboard, they await with open hands
For something to feed their children, or a ship to foreign lands
But there is nothing here to give them, except for chickenfeed and sand
While Britannia rules the roost with iron hand

[Chorus]
Lord what can we do now, Lord what can we do?
When we need to feed so many, and there's not even for the few
Lord what can we do now, Lord what can we do?
They are starving
They are freezing
And their clothes have all worn through

They have no-one now but You