The Visitor

The Willows - The Visitor Intro: The Visitor from Whitby Town Was wrecked at Robin Hood's Bay Their crew with a longboat, spied offshore At the breaking of the day Like Robin Hood, we no lifeboat had No answer to their pleas So the lifeboat men from Whitby Town Did brave the raging seas N.C. Two hundred men, eight miles through the snow Taking nothing was there for granted Using hope to their advantage As they hauled So when you're face to face with a desperate plight Think about Henry Freeman's night Could have written them off, could have stopped their flight N.C. But they never sought dawn Those brave young men battling the seas Were knocked back by raging gale They had no chance of landing her No point in setting sail So they hauled their lifeboat onto the shore Wet from all the spray And they pulled that boat down to Scarborough Bow Down to Robin Hood's Bay N.C. Two hundred men, eight miles through the snow Taking nothing was there for granted Using hope to their advantage As they hauled So when you're face to face with a desperate plight Think about Henry Freeman's night Could have written them off, could have stopped their flight N.C. But they never sought dawn From Whitby and from Robin Hood's Bay The men came mountain roads Shovelling through the snowdrifts as They toiled across the moors They lowered her down the steepest cliffs Into the raging seas And the brave men onboard battled through the surf But this time wasn't to be N.C. Two hundred men, eight miles through the snow Taking nothing was there for granted Using hope to their advantage As they hauled So when you're face to face with a desperate plight Think about Henry Freeman's night Could have written them off, could have stopped their flight N.C. But they never sought dawn Back to the shore, a fresh cool wind They launched back out to sea With John Scouten guiding them Through rocks and through debris The Visitor's crew were saved The peoples worked as one So I drink to them and the families To all that they have done N.C. Two hundred men, eight miles through the snow Taking nothing was there for granted Using hope to their advantage As they hauled So when you're face to face with a desperate plight Think about Henry Freeman's night Could have written them off, could have stopped their flight N.C. But they never sought dawn But they never sought dawn But they never sought