Motley Words

Heaven’s a Bar down by the dock,
Where the liquor is free and they keeps a great stock.
There’s always a place, always a smile
For a sailor come home from sea
The girls, they are beauties, they dance and they sing,
They’ll treat an old tar like a Lord or a King.
Heaven’s a Bar down by the dock,
Where there’s liquor for all and it’s free.

Heaven’s a Bar down by the dock,
Where the liquor is free and they keeps a great stock.
There’s always a place, always a smile
For a sailor come home from sea.

There in the snug, drinking with me,
Shipmates returned from seven salt seas,
Tarry tailed tars, gold buckled shoes,
The cream and the dregs of the crew.
Just sailors ashore with a dream in their eye,
Who’ve seen the world’s end, where the sea meets the sky.
Visions remain, wonders recalled
By the trinkets that hang on the wall.

Late in the night clouds hurry past,
The moon winks and goes, the doors are barred fast,
Charts are laid out, contraband found;
The crossed bones marked out on the ground.
The figurehead does it, she never gets tired,
She beckons a breeze from her berth by the fire.
Songs roll around, waves hit the bar,
Till the bottles wash up on the shore.

[Chorus x 2]Heaven’s a Bar down by the dock,
Where the liquor is free and they keeps a great stock.
There’s always a place, always a smile
For a sailor come home from sea.
[On the repeat]For a sailor come home from sea
Home from the sea
Home from the sea