Description
Inspired in equal parts by AMC's The Terror, Shane McCorristine's book "The Spectral Arctic," and traditional sea shanties of the 19th century, this original song incorporates elements of the Franklin Expedition mythos with Victorian trends of spiritualism/clairvoyance/mesmerism, as well as the role of women and wives in the lives of polar explorers.
LYRICS:
You sailed from Greenhithe in the middle of may
Away, away, to find a way through
You said not to worry, I said that I’d pray
Away, away to find a way through
You’ve gone so far but I can hear you crying
You say, you say, there is no way through
My summer sailor, in the winter dying
And what is there for a lady to do
Cause I send my heart over at night when i’m sleeping
Can you hear me calling
Under the northern lights, i am weeping
Can you hear me calling
Do you have somebody to hold
Say, say, say, that you do
Someone to keep close to keep out the cold
Cause I cannot be there with you
In my dreams you’re pulling a sledge cross the slate
Away, away, south to rescue
No one believes me, when I tell of your fate
Even though I know that it’s true
Cause I send my heart over at night when i’m sleeping
Can you hear me calling
Under the northern lights, i am weeping
Can you hear me calling
I’ll speak through the wind and I’ll sing through the ice
The skeptics and lords say that I’m mesmerised
But I will not rest until my love sails home
Without leaving behind any bones
You sailed from Greenhithe now three years ago
Away, away to find a way through
Each step you take, growing painful and slow
Away, away, what else could you do
They’ll send their ships with a hundred more men
In search of the ghosts that they sent to their end
But they’ll be too late, i won’t see you again
My love
Can you hear me calling
Can you hear me calling