the first light's kissed my eyes--it's time to breathenthe shearing wind that strips the flesh from menso grab your weathered skins and boots and gonis it the hell i fear or is it the sea?nnthe working world's asleep an hour or morenthe barmen from the anchor calls the scorenJock sings the sea-song, chills me to the scorendrink up as it's time to lock the doornnwell, fifteen years have passed, i'm still aboardnnow i brave the chaos of my familynand all i think of is a world ashorenis it life i abhor? is it the sea?nnwell, the pain is dulling out a generation bynand music fills my bones again, at lastnand pride inflates my chest and the tears come to my eyesnto hear my children's children crynnand i have often saidnthat i would like to be deadnin a shark's mouthnnwith warm breath going undernfrom woman sending thundernon two parts southnnand love is stripped and frayednand duty is delayednuntil next lifennand someone has my mindnholding it so kindnthough it is my wifennand my home is the seanmy home is the seanlook not for mennbecause my home is the seandisaster flies upon menand i screamnnand you can see the house lightsncolored from the distancenfor a party is dreamnnand tumble into menmy arms unfold these seedsncause i am a strong mannnand god i love my tummynit's round and firm and funnyncause that's what i amnnand my home is the seanmy home is the seannand i am under your spellnyou will have me i reckonnand the drowning of this townnis a drowning that i welcomennand i know nothing and am overjoyedni know nothing and am overjoyedni know nothing and am overjoyednnwell, god gave you life and thoughtnand now it's ours to wasteni have the finest lovenand the finest of tastesnand with the sea in my lungsni am home