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 glass, and for all men to see,
I will vow to go sailing no more.