Home
Lyrics
Originals
Covers
Solos
(Alphabetical by Song)
Solos
(Grouped by Artist)
Releases
Studio Albums
Remastered & Reissued
Studio Albums
Rarities
Live Albums
Compilations
Singles, EPs & Promos
Singles Collections
Solo Releases
Video
Release Notes
Instrumentals
Big Country
Instrumentals
Skids
Instrumentals
Bruce Watson
Instrumentals
Tony Butler
Instrumentals
Mark Brzezicki
Instrumentals
Special Guests
Tributes
“Various Artists”
Discography
by format
7” vinyl
12” vinyl
(Singles & EPs)
12” LPs
Picture Discs
Radio Concerts
CD singles & EPs
CD Albums
Box Sets
Cassette Singles
Cassette Albums
Promos
Asian Releases
Publications
Country Club Magazine
Tour Programmes
Other Official
Publications
Unofficial Fanzines
Club Country
All of Us
Inwards
We Save No Souls
Variations
Tabs
Podcasts
Timeline
News
About
Info
Info Chart
Search
Site Index
This & That
Links
YouTube
Channel
Official Site
Contact
Tall Ships Go
http://jfng.com/tsg
Home
>
Lyrics
>
Originals
●
Steeltown Era st-era steeltown-era
Steeltown (1984) 4:38
◆
Through A Big Country (The “Great Box”) (Steeltown) (1991) 4:38
◆
The Collection: 1982-1988 (1993) 4:38
◆
Steeltown (Remaster) (1996) 4:38
◆
Fields of Fire (The Ultimate Collection) (2011) 4:37
◆
Steeltown (Deluxe Edition) (2014) 4:38 & 5:14
◆
◆
5 Classic Albums (Steeltown) (2016) 4:38
◆
Wonderland - The Essential Big Country (2017) 4:37
◆
Essential Big Country (2020) 4:36
◆
Lyrics: Stuart Adamson
Music: Big Country
I dreamed I heard that you were dead
I dreamed I searched an empty bed
For a sign of you
And the sea called hard to me
Like a cell without a key
And I felt the distance
I watched the tall ships go
With the drift wood on the flow
With pride that grows in hardship
And I knew you were below
I hear your voice
And it keeps me from sleeping
Why must it always be dreams
When your voice comes to me
I dreamed you felt the typhoon spit
And walked into the heart of it
While the sea gulls cry
I know how to feel that call
It never suited me at all
But some are born to it
And you seemed so bright and hard
Like a bloody edge of sword
But if you’re an enemy
Then you look a lot like me
I hear your voice
And it keeps me from sleeping
Why must it always be dreams
When your voice comes to me
I dreamed you sailed me to the swamp in a black boat
You spoke to me of things
Of the shame that years will bring
And I felt your hand shake
Though you always seemed so hard
Now I never see the sword
And I find the enemy
Has to feel the same as me
I hear your voice
And it keeps me from sleeping
Why must it always be dreams
When your voice comes to me