St. George's Folly - What's Left To Do

The ships putting out every day
Have more riches on board than ever before
But the letters of marque don't flow like they used to
And the voices that sing the old songs
Are quieter now, counting the hours
The money's all gone, and the crews too
What is left to do when your final day's work is done
Every isle in the blue's got
A thousand old sailors all watching the sun
And the world's gotten smaller
The wind that once filled up these sails
Blows weary and slow
So what's left to do but go home
Along the horizon
The pearly white liners roll silently on
They never come here, or they'd bottom
These little port towns
Lie low in the arms of their little bays
With their little old docks long forgotten
What is left to do when your final day's work is done
Every isle in the blue's got
A thousand old sailors all watching the sun
And the world's gotten smaller
The wind that once filled up these sails
Blows weary and slow
So what's left to do but go home
Late at night when the gulls have gone quiet
And Moongazer's over the street
Old guys sit and think back on the days
When the sun took them back to the sea
And they'd haul up the gangway, run up the old rag
And watch it unfurl in the breeze
What is left to do when your final day's work is done
Every isle in the blue's got
A thousand old sailors all watching the sun
And the world's gotten smaller
The wind that once filled up these sails
Blows weary and slow
So what's left to do
What is left to do
What is left to do
But go home

Written by:
Adam Moreaux

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