Weare taking on water Diesel and stores Laying up awhile Before iam back on board Theyare patching her up To go fishing again Theyare 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 Thereas nobody new Soon weall be leaving With the same old crew On the green water The tumbling sea They ainat running Like the good old days Timeas 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 thereas a loan to pay off And a few skipjack So itas a turnaround Back in the 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