Pete Atkin sings
Here We Stay: Last Ditch

by Clive James and Pete Atkin,
from The Colours Of The Night

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The frozen rain, the swinging gate
The tinge of blood, the hinge of fate
An ill wind, and it's getting late
But here we stay
(Here we stay)
And it is death to wait
But here we stay

Behold the colours of the night
The crimson lake, the china white
They crackle in their drifting flight
They fade away
(They fade away)
And we are cruelly scarred
But here we stay

          The wall that we were sent to guard
          Was taller than a man
          Before this thing began
          But here we stay

Nobody calls the battle lost
While we are here to pay the cost
Breathing a cloud into the frost
For come what may
(Come what may)
We drink a witches' brew
And here we stay

          Where they are many we are few
          And poor where they are rich
          This is the last ditch
          And here we stay

The hymn of hate, the cry of pain
The swinging gate, the frozen rain
The dawn burns like the brand of Cain
And here we stay
(Here we stay)
But who can count the slain
Here we stay
(Here we stay)

They are the scythe, we are the grain
And here we stay
Here we stay