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