Ships - Anaïs Mitchell

Down at the docks, you and me walking

Watching you watching the ships

Coming into the harbor

You told me again of your voyages grand

I loved you most when you spoke

Of the seven wonders

And you reached in your coat

For your telescope

See what you could see

When your ship comes in

When your ship comes in

When your ship comes in, you’ll be happy

Down at the docks, you and me walking

Watching you watching the ships

Coming into the harbor

And it was my treat to buy you fine sweets

Kippers in tins

Little things to bring you pleasure

And you parted your lips

For a herring fish

Didn’t part them for me

When your ship comes in

When your ship comes in

When your ship comes in, you’ll be happy

I won’t plead and I won’t beg

Shed salt tears all down your neck

When your ship comes in

I won’t weep and I won’t mourn

I’m gonna let my long hair down

When your ship comes in

Who’s gonna hold your hand so cold?

Who’s gonna gaze in your glazing eye?

Who’s gonna kiss your prattling lips?

Who’s gonna lay in a bed so wide?

Who’s gonna lay in your lonely bed?

Who’s gonna love you like me?

When your ship comes in

When your ship comes in

When your ship comes in