Fires Of Calais

"Fires of Calais" is a song by James Keelaghan. It is track #1 from the album Timelines that was released in 1987. Duration of this track is 03: 31.
 The fishing boats roll out across the dark green Channel water
 As they gather speed for Flanders they cut their nets away
 It's not herring they'll be pulling from the waters on this morning
 They'll reap a bitter harvest from the Fires of Calais
 Twenty leagues from France I saw the amber soaked horizon
 In our lee, the Cliffs of Dover fall beneath the Channel waves
 Where waters used to sing a song to sooth the hearts of fishers
 Now, we hear the rolling thunder from the Fires of Calais
 As we pull in tight to shore, this armada bent on rescue
 We curse the men behind the desks who sell our lives this way
 Never signed on board to save them from this bloody lack of planning
 That strands these fine young men beneath the Fires of Calais
 On the beach, allied confusion will they stand or are they running
 If it's run, where will they go to between the sea and the melee?
 On the flanks, the troop's advancing and with heavy guns, they're firing
 And not a mother's son could save them from the Fires of Calais
 In scattered groups along the shore some look towards a safer harbor
 Some fix their eyes upon the flames, that turn the night to day
 Some yet standing, bold and ready, to stoutly guard the rear from "Jerry"
 They'll need no flares to see 'em 'neath the Fires of Calais
 I've fished these channel waters since was man enough face them
 For the herring and the flounder I have often hauled away
 But a catch like this I've never had in forty years of sailing
 Saving "Tommies" as they flounder 'neath the Fires of Calais
 The fishing boats roll out across the dark green Channel water
 As the gather speed for Flanders they cut their nets away
 It's not herring they'll be pulling from the waters on this morning
 They'll reap the bitter harvest from the Fires of Calais