Wharves
Verse 1
Men sitting in circles
Fixing nets, telling yarns
Sea gnarled faces
Wiry sun bleached arms
Verse 2
Life drifts slowly past
In sepia, black and white
Sail, steam and diesel
All passed into night
Chorus 1
Wharves have been my home
Sea has been my wife
Building of bygone eras
Tell tales of my lives
Verse 3
Wharves can tell tales
Of romance and loves lost
Of bittersweet homecomings
And tearful sad farewells
Verse 4
Once great hubs
Filled with barges and trade
Bustling watery highways
Now lay waste
Chorus 1
Wharves have been my home
Sea has been my wife
Building of bygone eras
Tell tales of my lives
Verse 5
I now walk wooden pathways
Timber slowly decays
Sheds now apartments
Little memory of old ways
Chorus 1
Wharves have been my home
Sea has been my wife
Building of bygone eras
Tell tales of my lives