Billy was born within sight of the shipyard
First son of a riveter´s son
And Billy was raised as the ship grew a shadow
Her great hull would blot out the light of the sun

And six days a week he would watch his poor father
A working man live like a slave
He´d drink every night and he´d dream of a future
Of money he never would save
And Billy would cry when he thought of the future
Soon came a day when the bottle was broken
They launched the great ship out to sea
He felt he´d been left on a desolate shore
To a future he desperately wanted to flee
What else was there for a shipbuilder´s son
A new ship to be built, new work to be done

One day he dreamed of the ship in the world
It would carry his father and he
To a place they would never be found
To a place far away from this town

Trapped in the cage of the skeleton ship
All the workmen suspended like flies
Caught in the flare of acetylene light
A working man works till the industry dies
And Billy would cry when he thought if the future
Then what they call an industrial accident
Crushed those it couldn´t forgive
They brought Billy´s father back home in an ambulance
A brass watch, a cheque, maybe three weeks to live
And what else was there for a riveter´s son
A new ship to be built, new work to be done

That night, he dreamed of the ship in the world
It would carry his father and he
To a place they could never be found
To a place far away from this town

A Newcastle ship without coals
They would sail to the island of souls