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