Another Lonely East Coast Christmas

Just another lonely East Coast Christmas A skirt of ice has formed round the bay There are no stars tonight, just a broken harbour light Where three ships come sailing in the morning

Captain Charlie’s buried in the churchyard Sonny’s all grown up and moved away A rusty tub is moored, near a shanty by the shore Where three ships come sailing in the morning

I saw three ships, come sailing in On Christmas day, On Christmas day I saw three ships, come sailing in On Christmas day, in the morning

Keep a lookout, for the lovely Mary Keep an eye out, for her husband Joe If you hear a crying child, they might want to stay awhile And the woodshed out in back has got a stove

It’s another lonely East Coast Christmas A coat of snow has fallen round the bay From her window by the road, she can see the dock below Where three ships come sailing in the morning

I saw three ships, come sailing in On Christmas day, On Christmas day I saw three ships, come sailing in On Christmas day, in the morning