Down the Line - The Drifters, Cliff Richard

Throw down a line, help a poor boy

Who’s drowning in the stormy sea

Throw down a line, help a poor boy

Who’s hanging in a nowhere tree

Have you got a place for me

Men are tied in chains of silence

I look on violence, up, down, left and right

Is there no hope of light

The peaceful hand that once caressed me

Hurts like the rest, because it’s turned to stone

Talons of steel have grown

Throw down a line, help a poor boy

Who’s drowning in the stormy sea

Throw down a line, help a poor boy

Who’s hanging in a nowhere tree

Have you got a place for me

Yeah, oh help me, yeah

Throw down a line, help a poor boy

Who’s drowning in the stormy sea

Throw down a line, help a poor boy

Who’s hanging in a nowhere tree

Have you got a place for me

See the moon, it’s getting nearer

But no more clearer than the earth below

What do we really know

I feel the stab of pain returning

Despair is burning in my heart again

Why don’t they see the end, ooooh

Throw down a line, help a poor boy

Who’s drowning in the stormy sea

Yeah, throw down a line, help a poor boy

Who’s hanging in a nowhere tree

Have you got a place for me

Throw down a line, help a poor boy

Who’s drowning in the stormy sea

Yeah, throw down a line, help a poor boy

Who’s hanging in a nowhere tree

Have you got a place for me