The Last Farewell - Roger Whittaker - instrumental cover by Dave Monk

Here is my instrumental version of "The Last Farewell" by Roger Whittaker. I am playing it on my '56 Custom Shop Fender Stratocaster through my Korg AX3000G. I hope you like it. Dave This song was requested by Pete Beckley. p.s. I always recommend earphones; preferably earbuds, for a clear sound. Don't forget to subscribe and click the Bell. Sorry the fabulous backing track is not available. My channel ...    / oldguitarmonkey   My Website ... https://www.davidmonk.me.uk/ My Facebook page ...   / david.monk.79   The Song "The Last Farewell" is a song from 1971 by British folk singer Roger Whittaker. Whittaker hosted a radio program in The United Kingdom in 1971, backed by an orchestra with arrangements by Zack Lawrence. Whittaker says "one of the ideas I had was to invite listeners to send their poems or lyrics to me and I would make songs out of them. We got a million replies, and I did one each week for 26 weeks. Lyrics There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbour Tomorrow for old England she sails Far away from your land of endless sunshine To my land full of rainy skies and gales And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell For you are beautiful And I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell For you are beautiful And I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing And the taste of war I know so very well Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising Their guns on fire as we sail into hell I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow But how bitter will be this last farewell For you are beautiful And I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell For you are beautiful And I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell Though death and darkness gather all about me And my ship be torn apart upon the sea I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands In the heaving waves that brought me once to thee And should I return safe home again to England I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale For you are beautiful And I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell For you are beautiful And I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell