Biography:
Ralph McTell is an English singer/songwriter and acoustic guitar player who has been an influential figure on the UK folk scene since the 1960s.
Ralph McTell is probably best known for the song Streets of London which has been covered by over a hundred artists around the world. From Clare to Here has proved almost as popular, during a long and continuing recording and performing career.
McTell's guitar style has been influenced by many of the USA's country blues 'Piedmont- style' guitar players of the early 20th century
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Other songs:
- Streets Of London
- Around The Wild Cape Horn
- Barges
- Clare To Here
- Clown
- Easter Lilies
- England
- First Song
- From Clare To Here
- Girl From The Hiring Fair
- Impala Song
- In The Dreamtime
- Jesus Wept
- Last Train And Ride
- London Apprentice
- Maginot Waltz
- Mr Connaughton
- Nannas Song
- Somewhere Down The Road
- Summer Girl
- The Wind In The Willows
- Weather The Storm
- Zimmerman Blues
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I was born a land-bound farm boy and in New England raised,
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The rippling of the wheat fields, well they were my ocean waves.
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Each cry and call, each rise and fall, of the crows a-cross the corn
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Were seagulls swooping a-cross the bow, of a ship I dreamed I’d sail a-round
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Cape Horn.
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My deck was the dusty farm yard, my mast was the telegraph pole
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And the windblow choir in the telephone wire was the call heard in my soul
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And it seemed to have been singing since the day that I was born
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I'm gonna take a trip on a sailing ship, all the way around the wild Cape
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Horn
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Well I found that ship in Hamburg, her name it was Peking
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Our skipper’s name was Captain Jürs, and I’d never met a man like him.
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He pulled two men out from the sea, by the hair, in a raging storm.
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And he kept that grip on a sailing ship, all the way around the wild Cape
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Horn.
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Well its four hours on and its four hours off and you sleep in your wet
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clothes
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The only dry thing on the ship is the cargo down below
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Eleven thousand miles we sailed, nigh on one hundred dawns
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Thirty two sails on a heaving ship, pulling us around the wild cape horn
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Well the cargo weighed five thousand tons, the ship three thousand more.
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An acre of sail was up aloft, some seventeen storeys tall.
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And we had a pig, and a scruffy dog and a turkey fed on corn.
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And willing hands who catch the wind, hauling us around the wild Cape Horn.
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For seventeen days we were becalmed and then Friday the thirteenth
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Sixty eight great ships were lost in the storm of the century.
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But we were swept into the Atlantic, on a sun-lit sparkling morn,
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The turkey got sick, so we ate him quick, on the way around the wild Cape
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Horn.
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Well she had us sort of hypnotised, no time to catch our breath,
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If you want to feel real alive, well you have to flirt with death.
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Sail close to the harnessed wind, and treat all risks with scorn
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A farm boy and an un-yoked team, ploughed their way around the wild Cape
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Horn.
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Now on that voyage we lost two boys, they got thrown overboard.
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Silence from us down below, no one could put in words.
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Two empty bunks to mark the space in our young lives to mourn,
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Voids between all life and death, on the way around the wild Cape Horn
G C G Em D C
And mountain waves, like avalanches crashed upon the decks,
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The screaming winds snapped ropes and spars, and tried to have us wrecked.
G C G Em D C
But she rose and fell through foam and swell, her sails were ripped and torn
G D G C Em D G
Eight thousand tons tossed like a cork, on the way around the wild Cape Horn.
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And she had us sort of hypnotised, no time to catch our breath,
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If you want to feel real alive, well you have to flirt with death.
G C G Em D C
Sail close to the harnessed wind, and treat all risks with scorn
G D G C Em D
A farm boy and an un-yoked team, ploughed their way around the wild Cape
G
Horn.
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Well, a farm boy and un-yoked team, ploughed their way around the wild Cape
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Horn.
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I was born a land-bound farm boy and in New England raised,
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The rippling of the wheat fields, well they were my ocean waves.
G C G Em D C
Each cry and call, each rise and fall, of the crows a-cross the corn
G D G C Em D
Were seagulls swooping a-cross the bow, of a ship I dreamed I’d sail a-round
G
Cape Horn.
G C G Em D C
My deck was the dusty farm yard, my mast was the telegraph pole
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And the windblow choir in the telephone wire was the call heard in my soul
G C G Em D C
And it seemed to have been singing since the day that I was born
G D G C Em D
I'm gonna take a trip on a sailing ship, all the way around the wild Cape
G
Horn
G C G Em D C
Well I found that ship in Hamburg, her name it was Peking
G Em D
Our skipper’s name was Captain Jürs, and I’d never met a man like him.
G C G Em D C
He pulled two men out from the sea, by the hair, in a raging storm.
G D G C Em D
And he kept that grip on a sailing ship, all the way around the wild Cape
G
Horn.
D Am
Well its four hours on and its four hours off and you sleep in your wet
C
clothes
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The only dry thing on the ship is the cargo down below
G C G Em D C
Eleven thousand miles we sailed, nigh on one hundred dawns
G D G C Em D G
Thirty two sails on a heaving ship, pulling us around the wild cape horn
G C G Em D C
Well the cargo weighed five thousand tons, the ship three thousand more.
G Em D
An acre of sail was up aloft, some seventeen storeys tall.
G C G Em D C
And we had a pig, and a scruffy dog and a turkey fed on corn.
G D G C Em D G
And willing hands who catch the wind, hauling us around the wild Cape Horn.
G C G Em D C
For seventeen days we were becalmed and then Friday the thirteenth
G Em D
Sixty eight great ships were lost in the storm of the century.
G C G Em D C
But we were swept into the Atlantic, on a sun-lit sparkling morn,
G D G C Em D
The turkey got sick, so we ate him quick, on the way around the wild Cape
G
Horn.
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Well she had us sort of hypnotised, no time to catch our breath,
G C Em D
If you want to feel real alive, well you have to flirt with death.
G C G Em D C
Sail close to the harnessed wind, and treat all risks with scorn
G D G C Em D
A farm boy and an un-yoked team, ploughed their way around the wild Cape
G
Horn.
G C G Em D C
Now on that voyage we lost two boys, they got thrown overboard.
G Em D
Silence from us down below, no one could put in words.
G C G Em D C
Two empty bunks to mark the space in our young lives to mourn,
G D G C Em D G
Voids between all life and death, on the way around the wild Cape Horn
G C G Em D C
And mountain waves, like avalanches crashed upon the decks,
G Em D
The screaming winds snapped ropes and spars, and tried to have us wrecked.
G C G Em D C
But she rose and fell through foam and swell, her sails were ripped and torn
G D G C Em D G
Eight thousand tons tossed like a cork, on the way around the wild Cape Horn.
D Am C
And she had us sort of hypnotised, no time to catch our breath,
G C Em D
If you want to feel real alive, well you have to flirt with death.
G C G Em D C
Sail close to the harnessed wind, and treat all risks with scorn
G D G C Em D
A farm boy and an un-yoked team, ploughed their way around the wild Cape
G
Horn.
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Well, a farm boy and un-yoked team, ploughed their way around the wild Cape
G
Horn.
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