Down by the docks
The weather was fine
The sailors were drinking American wine
And I wished I could go back to spring again
The sailors were drinking American wine
And I wished I could go back to spring again
Now they're all gone
That's life moving on
Some stay behind to get drunk on the sun
They wish they could go back to spring again
Oh, such a spring
Oh, such a spring
Oh, such a spring
That's life moving on
Some stay behind to get drunk on the sun
They wish they could go back to spring again
Oh, such a spring
Oh, such a spring
Oh, such a spring
The noise of the town
The salt in the air
It plays all around
But I no longer care
And I wish I could go back to spring again
Oh, such a spring
Oh, such a spring
Oh, such a spring
The salt in the air
It plays all around
But I no longer care
And I wish I could go back to spring again
Oh, such a spring
Oh, such a spring
Oh, such a spring
They try words
And down through the years
It all turns to tears
They don't know
But they try anyway
And down through the years
It all turns to tears
They don't know
But they try anyway
The clouds cleared up
The sun hit the sky
I watched all the folks go to work
Just to die
And I wished I could go back to spring again
The sun hit the sky
I watched all the folks go to work
Just to die
And I wished I could go back to spring again
Compositores: Grian Alexander Chatten / Carlos Ramos O'Connell / Conor Patrick Deegan / Conor Patrick Curley / Thomas Patrick Coll
