The first light's kissed my eyes it's time to breathe
the shearing wind that strips the flesh from me
so grab your weathered skins and boots and go
is it the hell i fear or is it the sea?
the working world's asleep an hour or more
the barmen from the anchor calls the score
jack sings the sea-song, chills me to the score
drink up as it's time to lock the door
well, fifteen years have passed, i'm still aboard
now i brave the chaos of my family
and all i think of is a world ashore
is it life i abhor? is it the sea?
well, the pain is dulling out a generation by
and music fills my bones again, at last
and pride inflates my chest and the tears come to my eyes
to hear my children's children cry
