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Every man has a story, maybe this is mine, bottled in a mystery
Thirteenth of a dozen, a man left behind, workin’ for the company
Never punchin’ my ticket, punchin’ the clock
No fisherman or captain could I be
Never called when my vessel pulled out from the dock
But don’t feel sorry for me

I am building a boat, building an ocean, waitin’ for the rising tide

Intro:

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Verse 1:

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Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk

The last rose of summer everyone knows
Every sailor & schoolboy in the throes
A hero of rebels looking for a fight
Let loose the muse like so many times before tonight

We were late to the party we stayed too long
Remembered the words but forgot the songs
I knew all the titles to vanquish my foes

Awakened by the pounding rain he opens tired eyes
Surrounded by the blankets warm he contemplates the rise
His muscles and his bones work no longer as a team
The years of sea and tide have made him weary lean and mean

The porridge and the teabag squeezes life back into brain
A quick glance through the window showing easing of the rain
The pain in his heart for the lover he adores

The clock goes off in the morning at a half past five
The screaming bells and living hell but happy he’s alive
He kisses wife and child goodbye and hums a lullaby
The same old tune he’s sang for years to help the days go by

On the night of June the 8th nineteen hundred seventeen
Tis off to work the miners go for now there all so clean
With hearts so proud they sing out loud their songs from far away