Well the captain called from ship to shore And the green light slipped away The captain called for another song The day was getting late For the distant light of the Weavers Point The Lochmor faced the gale With your Gaelic sons in the city long Round the saloon by the stairs She tossed around the sun went down And she fought her way to the shore The fever of this sea believes The boys are coming home
Well the captain called from ship to shore And the green light slipped away The captain called for another song The day was getting late For the distant light of the Weavers Point The Lochmor faced the gale With your Gaelic sons in the city long Round the saloon by the stairs She tossed around the sun went down And she fought her way to the shore The fever of this sea believes The boys are coming home
