Fiserman'S Wharf

It was in the spring this year of grace

With new life pushing through

That I looked from the citadel down to the narrows and asked what it's coming to

Isaw percanegan concrete and glass

right down to the water line

I have heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf

Can I sing it just one time

With half-closed eyes against the sun

for the warm wind giving thank

I imagine the years of the warm laden schooners splashing home from the grand banks

But a lass lays done in the harbor sun

With her picture on a dime

I have heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf

Can i sing it just one time

CHORUS:

And haul away and heave her ho

These songs are sung no more

No boats to sing them for

No sails to sing them for

Now there lies a steady stream of tourists passing through

We trade it always for the new

Always for the new

Always for the new, for the new

Now you ask "What's this romantic boy,

Who laments what's done and gone?"

There was no romance on a cold winter ocean and the gale sang an awful song

But my father knew of wind and tide, and my blood is merit time

And I heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf

Can I sing it just one time

CHORUS

(Repeat first verse)