Down by the docks The weather was fine The sailors were drinking American wine And I wished I could go back to spring again
Now they´re all gone That´s life moving on Some stayed behind to get drunk on the song And they wish they could go back to spring again Oh, such a spring Oh, such a spring Oh, such a spring
The noise of the town The salt in the air It plays all around but I no longer care And I wish I could go back to spring again Oh, such a spring Oh, such a spring Oh, such a spring
They try words
And down through the years It all turns to tears They don´t know But they try anyway
The clouds cleared up The sun hit the sky I watched all the folks go to work Just to die And I wished I could go back to spring again