It was in the spring this year of grace
With new life pushing through
That I looked from the citadel down to the narrows and asked what it's coming to
Isaw percanegan concrete and glass
right down to the water line
I have heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf
Can I sing it just one time

With half-closed eyes against the sun
for the warm wind giving thank
I imagine the years of the warm laden schooners splashing home from the grand banks
But a lass lays done in the harbor sun
With her picture on a dime
I have heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf
Can i sing it just one time
CHORUS:
And haul away and heave her ho
These songs are sung no more
No boats to sing them for
No sails to sing them for
Now there lies a steady stream of tourists passing through
We trade it always for the new
Always for the new
Always for the new, for the new

Now you ask

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