we’re taking on water - diesel and stores
laying up awhile - before i’m back on board
they’re patching her up - to go fishing again - fishing again
welding her rudder - scrubbing her keel
scars on her belly - need time to heal
in the dock - with the trawlermen
I know all the people - there’s nobody new
soon we’ll be leaving - with the same old crew
on the green water - the tumbling sea
they ain’t running - like the good old days
time’s just slipping - down the old slipways
in the dock - so dear to me
dark is the night - I need a guiding light
to keep me - from foundering
on the rocks
my only prayer - is just to see you there
at the end - of my wandering
back in the dock
I could use a layoff - getting my strength back
but there’s a loan to pay off - and a few skipjack
so it’s a turnaround - back in the southerly wind - southerly wind
pirates coming in - to steal our gold
you can count yourself lucky - with a profit in the hold
in the dock - when we come in
dark is the night - i need a guiding light
to keep me - from foundering
on the rocks
my only prayer - is just to see you there
at the end - of my wandering
back in the dock
