Ye promised me my Jackie,
On the day that we got married,
Ye´d build a boat of dreams for me someday.

A vague romantic notion,

That we´d sail off to some ocean,
But in my dreams we´d get there one fine day.

He hasn´t been the same since the yard closed down,
Like all the other men in this broken town,
He´d end up by the river as his thoughts turned black,
I said, "Pull yourself together pet, and come home, Jack."

Whenever we had sorrows,
We´d always say tomorrow,
We´d catch that ship of dreams and sail away.

What happened to my Jackie?
That big bold man I married?
It´s hard to watch your fellow waste away.

He sits and stares at nothing,
That chair´s an upright coffin,
The cat´s got his tongue and there´s nothing I can say.

He´s never been the same since the yard got closed,
But he´s dressed every morning in his working clothes,
Cuppa tea and a sandwich from his old rucksack,
But it never should´ve happened to a man like Jack.

If I came into money,
It´d be all for you, me honey,
And we´d build that ship of dreams and sail away.