From the recording The Turning Stone

Lyrics

The Docks of my Home Town
Some people say nothing good comes out of this town

Some people say there’s no saints here to be found

All the best ships have sank and all the bombs hit home
But this city never sleeps from a resounding drone

And if the cold air ain’t getting your down

And if your ship she ain’t running aground

And if your heart flame is burning deep inside

Come on get down to the docks
Of my hometown tonight

Come on get down to the docks
Of my hometown tonight

As I walk from the Bargate to the walls

And the call of the wild evening gulls

There’s a light above the Western Esplanade

Where the ferries come in on a misty haze


And if the cold air ain’t getting your down

And if your ship she ain’t running aground

And if your heart flame is burning deep inside

Come on get down to the docks
Of my hometown tonight

Come on get down to the docks
Of my hometown tonight