by bill staines
i’ve sailed this island for most of my life
all the way from the minch to dundee
and in liverpool once i did take me a wife
and it’s her that i’m longing to see
cho: singing, shine, shine, liverpool light
shine on your children below;
singing, shine, shine, liverpool light
shine on your children below
shine on your children below.
three months ago april i left her with child
a child that was mine sure as she.
but she’d not complain, for she’s gentle and mild
and it’s her that i’m longing to see.
i’ve sinned a lot, for a sinner i be;
as a sailor, i’ve sailed in the storms.
but in liverpool, thatõs where i’m longing to be,
with her arms wrapped around me so warm.
when the light from your tower is all that i see,
and her footsteps they run to the door.
then i’ll lift up my gl*ss, and for all men to see,
i will vow to go sailing no more.