Take Me Down To The Harbour
Oh, take me down to the harbour
When the sun is bouncing high,
When dough jumps out of the frying pan
And only street lamps cry.
When the fiddler's bow sends sparks of light
To the water and our eyes,
I'll catch it all on my camera phone
And wave a bright goodbye.
But take me down to the harbour
At the ash-end of the year,
When the boats stand dry and the lamps still cry
But no one's there to hear,
When the fog lies soft as linen
'Til it bites my frozen face,
It's then I'll know your heart and mine
And warm you in my embrace.