Along the Western Seaboard Song Lyrics

Heavenly Father, could you hear the prayers I offer You today?
Some of the people in the parish have been asking me to pray for them
They have no strength to help themselves, they need help fending for themselves
And we do all we can do, but there's so little that we can do

And this is the worst winter I know of, even worse than last
The snow has stayed for too long on the ground, and for the second year around now
All across our little island, we give all our sweat and toil
And still, the crops, they have all rotted in the soil

And all along the western seaboard, they await with open hands
For something to feed their children or a ship to foreign lands
But there's nothing here to give them, except for chicken feed and sand
While Britannia rules the roost with Ireland hands