Seagull (The West Coast Oil Tragedy of '68) [1999 Remaster]

Seagull, with oil on your wings Can't fly away Won't see her children any more And as the tide goes down They see where she lay Won't see their mother anymore And she danced the dance of death, my friend Her children watched from the nasty(?) end As she drew her last breath and died The children heard her crying, crying, crying And as the sea grew black Along the coast Mud and feathers everywhere The people passed by With smiles on their face It was the beach that mattered most And she danced the dance of death, my friend Her children watched from the nasty(?) end As she drew her last breath and died The children heard her crying, crying, crying If only we could fly mother You might not have died, mother You might had still be here today If ships didn't passed by, mother You might not have died, mother You might had still be here today And she danced the dance of death, my friend Her children watched from the nasty(?) end As she drew her last breath and died The children heard her crying, crying, crying If ships didn't passed by, mother