Go There! - Peter Pears/Benjamin Britten/Orchestra of the Royal Opera House

Lyrics by：Montagu Slater/George Crabbe

Composed by：Benjamin Britten

Go there go there go there

Here's your sea boots take those bright

And fancy buckles off your feet

There's your oilskin and sou'wester

Stir your pins we must get ready

There's the jersey that she knitted

With the anchor that she patterned

I'll tear the collar off your neck

Steady don't take fright boy stop

Look now is our chance

The whole sea's boiling

Get the nets

Come boy

They listen to money

These Borough gossips

Listen to money

Only to money

I'll fish the sea dry

Flood the market

Now is our chance to get a good catch

Get money to choke

Down rumour's throat

I will set up

With house and home and shop

I'll marry Ellen

I'll

I'll marry Ellen

I'll

Coat off Jersey on my boy

We're going to sea

In dreams I've built myself some kindlier home

Warm in my heart and in a golden calm

Where there'll be no more fear and no more storm

And she will soon forget her schoolhouse ways

Forget the labour of those weary days

Wrapped round in kindness like September haze

The learned at their books have no more store

Of wisdom than we'd close behind our door

Compared with us the rich man would be poor

I've seen in stars the life that we might share

Seen in stars the life we share

Fruit in the garden children by the shore

A fair white doorstep and a woman's care

A woman's care

But dreaming builds what dreaming can disown

Dead fingers stretch themselves to tear it down

I hear those voices that will not be drowned

Calling there is no stone

In earth's thickness to make a home

That you can build with and remain alone

Sometimes I see that boy here in this hut

He's there now I can see him he is there

His eyes are on me as they were that evil day

Stop moaning boy water

There's no more water

You had the last yesterday

You'll soon be home

In harbour calm and deep