Declan O’Rourke - The Harbour lyrics
[Declan O’Rourke - The Harbour lyrics]
Johnny cooks a steak from Lidls
On a Friday night
After spending all the week-long
Workin' hard layin’ tiles
Tells me she made me feel so used
But I leave all that behind
See, I was makin' real good money then
I had ten men layin tiles
And he's standing in the doorway
Of our little kitchenette
Puffin on one of these
New craze electric cigarettes
I imagine he must get lonely but if he
Does he keeps it all in jail
But when you’re guarding a prison how
Do you choose what to bail?
I've got an older friend named Pete who
Sometimes helps me with my trees
Likes to talk about old girlfriends and
The places that he's been
He talks about his hippy days and
How he settled here by chance
But he's always been a hippy since
The time he lived in France
And he plays all kinds of music
And sometimes he might sing
Where will all that go to when
We miss him now some spring?
I like to listen to him talking
He tells funny and wise tales
Says, "When you're holding a hammer
Everything looks like a nail"
Now me, I'm out here in the world
Singin' my songs from town to town
And giving everything I have to get
This thing of mine air bound
So maybe someday I can live just
Like that fisherman who stays
Close to the harbour and catches only
Takes enough just for today
But for now, i think I'm somewhere in the
Middle of the sea
I’m sailin’ on a suitcase filled with
Dreams of what might be
And I look for pretty stories for to
Sing as mine and fill my sail
And when you live by the weather
Every wind has a tail
On a Friday night
After spending all the week-long
Workin' hard layin’ tiles
Tells me she made me feel so used
But I leave all that behind
See, I was makin' real good money then
I had ten men layin tiles
And he's standing in the doorway
Of our little kitchenette
Puffin on one of these
New craze electric cigarettes
I imagine he must get lonely but if he
Does he keeps it all in jail
But when you’re guarding a prison how
Do you choose what to bail?
I've got an older friend named Pete who
Sometimes helps me with my trees
Likes to talk about old girlfriends and
The places that he's been
He talks about his hippy days and
How he settled here by chance
But he's always been a hippy since
The time he lived in France
And he plays all kinds of music
And sometimes he might sing
Where will all that go to when
We miss him now some spring?
I like to listen to him talking
He tells funny and wise tales
Says, "When you're holding a hammer
Everything looks like a nail"
Now me, I'm out here in the world
Singin' my songs from town to town
And giving everything I have to get
This thing of mine air bound
So maybe someday I can live just
Like that fisherman who stays
Close to the harbour and catches only
Takes enough just for today
But for now, i think I'm somewhere in the
Middle of the sea
I’m sailin’ on a suitcase filled with
Dreams of what might be
And I look for pretty stories for to
Sing as mine and fill my sail
And when you live by the weather
Every wind has a tail