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.