Taken from Port O'Brien album "All We Could Do Is Sing".
Lyrics
Im sick of the weather up here
It goes on and on my dear
The fish arent coming still
they wait and wait until
we put our anchor down
we steal a few hours in town
my feet werent made for the sea
they were made for running free
free
dont make much sense to me (2)
to be stuck on a boated sea
its harder to have you here
in the cannery so near
baking bread and drinking wine
all just to pass the time
and I see the ships end their (there)
where my love lets down her hair
but, my dad works this all day
so its here, right here well stay
stay, stay,
Never going to Larsen Bay (4
waaa, very good
maxyboosh 3 years ago