Coat of Mail
Harry Manx Lyrics


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There's an honest man I know in the welfare line
Lives upstairs at the Yale
You can call him a good friend of mine

He was taken down by the man at his door
Cloak of desperation, got wrapped around his soul

Sew him a coat of mail
Make it all alright
Send him the wind to sail
Sew him a coat of mail

I stood below your window, some things I understood
Out in the world's a struggle, every man needs a plan

You can listen without words, its not everyone can see
But I recognize your eyes, yeah they once belonged to me

You walk the streets at sunrise, no matter where you turn
There's questions without answers, they continue to burn

It's a fine, fine thread gonna keep you in this place




Well I see you sound yourself something
Cause it's written on your face

Overall Meaning

In Harry Manx's song Coat of Mail, he sings about a friend of his who is struggling in the welfare line. The friend is described as an honest man who lives upstairs at the Yale, and is taken down by the man at his door. The man's soul is wrapped in a cloak of desperation, leaving him feeling lost and helpless. In response to this, Harry Manx wants to sew him a coat of mail, something that will protect him from the harsh realities of the world and make everything alright. He wants to send him the wind to sail and give him hope for a better future.


The lyrics of Coat of Mail speak to the struggles that many people face in life, particularly those who are struggling financially. The song is a call to action to help those in need, to show compassion and understanding, and to offer a helping hand. It is a reminder that we are all in this together, and that we must look out for one another.


Overall, Coat of Mail is a powerful and emotional song that speaks to the struggles and challenges that many people face in life. It is a call to action for compassion and kindness, and a reminder that we must always look out for one another.


Line by Line Meaning

There's an honest man I know in the welfare line
I am familiar with a truthful person who is waiting for welfare assistance


Lives upstairs at the Yale
He resides above the Yale, a prominent establishment


You can call him a good friend of mine
Consider him as my respectable friend


He was taken down by the man at his door
He was brought down by the person who knocked at his entrance


Cloak of desperation, got wrapped around his soul
A robe of hopelessness enfolded his spirit


Sew him a coat of mail
Fashion a protective covering for him


Make it all alright
Make everything better


Send him the wind to sail
Provide him with means to progress


I stood below your window, some things I understood
I stayed beneath your window, comprehending some aspects of your situation


Out in the world's a struggle, every man needs a plan
There's a fight outside, and everyone requires a strategy


You can listen without words, it's not everyone can see
You can perceive without speaking; some cannot fathom


But I recognize your eyes, yeah they once belonged to me
I identify your eyes, yes, they were previously mine


You walk the streets at sunrise, no matter where you turn
You walk the roads at daybreak, all directions lead to the same place


There's questions without answers, they continue to burn
There are uncertainties with no resolutions, that persistently trouble us


It's a fine, fine thread gonna keep you in this place
A delicate, tenuous connection shall hold you in this location


Well I see you sound yourself something
I perceive that you've secured something for yourself


Cause it's written on your face
Because it's evident on your countenance




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