Papa says...there are clothes to wash Sister says...brush your hair You'll go down...to the laundromat Maybe your sister is there Father says...when you're young like this... Things can seem...pretty bad Let's get out...and walk by the river
CHORUS: And there are people who roam the Docklands And there are ships passing in the night And there are thousands of things that I have dreamed Gone in the daylight
Sister says...hold your head up high Life goes on...so don't be afraid Keep your defenses...but don't shut the loving out You got to learn to carry that weight
CHORUS: And all the people who roam the Docklands And all the ships passing through the night And there are thousands of things that I have dreamed Gone in the daylight Sometimes I feel like I'm in a foreign land And there's a mirror I'm looking through Lost in the place where I was born Without a hand to hold on to
Hold on...(Hold on...) Hold on...(Hold on...)
In the Docklands where I was born... People keep moving to and fro Everybody's pushing...trying to make it happen I...beg of you...(I) I beg of you...(l) I beg of you...
I miss you...more than I thought I could I need you...more than you know I was there...when they took you away from me I'll be there...when they let you go
CHORUS: And then the people who roam the Docklands And all the ships passing in the night And the thousands of things that I have dreamed Stay in the daylight Sometimes I feel like I'm in a foreign land And there's a mirror I'm looking through Well bring me back to the place where I was born Without a hand to hold on to Give me your hand Give me your hand...(Give me your hand) Give me your hand...in the Docklands I...beg of you...give me your hand... In the DocklandsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
