I'm sick of the weather up here It goes on and on my dear The fish aren't coming still they wait and wait until we put our anchor down we steal a few hours in town my feet weren't made for the sea they were made for running free free don't make much sense to me (2) to be stuck on a boated sea it's harder to have you here in the cannery so near baking bread and drinking wine all just to pass the time and I see the ships end their (there) where my love lets down her hair but, my dad works this all day so it's here, right here we'll stay stay, stay, Never going to Larsen Bay (4)