Turbine turning, heart is yearning
Homeward bounders, atlantic pounders
Run ashore, once again
Drink some more, you drunken men.
Sailor sitting, all alone
Sun is setting, thinks of home
Writes a letter, to his wife
Don't feel better, it's a lonely life.
Anchor weighed, away you go
Wish you had stayed, or don't you know?
Sea is rough, pounding foam
Had enough, heading home.