High on the Lamphouse

[Lyrics to a song in Morley]
High On The Lamphouse
In my thick woolen night coat,
Your scarf draped over my throat,
I stand watch at the rail.
Watching the whale boats,
Rapt as your words float,
Your lovely palaver.
The happiest hermits,
Alone with our moments,
At the edge of town.
So warm in our quarters,
Half-life by the portholes
Midway up from ground.
And oh, how we worried,
When the wind rose and flurries,
And shut the lamps down.
So fierce and wet,
It threatened to drown,
All the men on the decks,
Fighting to find firm ground,
We tried to lead them all the way round.
Back intooo the harbor.
The gulls down below us,
Crying up to scold us,
With bread on the warm bricks.
We slept through the mornings,
Until bells sounded warning,
Then we rose and lit the wicks.
We laughed and chattered,
Our hearts all a'scatter,
Running spiral stairs.
You walking to Wynnedown,
Heading for downtown,
Returning for all we needed.
And oh, how we worried,
When the wind rose and flurries,
And shut the lamps down
So fierce and wet,
It threatened to drown,
All the men on the decks.
Fighting to find firm ground.
We tried to lead them all the way round.
Back intooo the harbor
But there in our high room,
We clutched each other's shoulders
Your scarf rots and molders,
Made so long, long, long ago.
But I won't let you slip away,
I stand alone at the railing.
And imagine you sailing.
Using my light to come home to me.
And then we're both high on the lamphouse
We're high,
On the lamphouse
We're high,
On the lamphouse
We're hiiigh,
On the lamphouse
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