by Bill Staines

I've sailed this island for most of my life
All the way from the Minch to Dundee
And in Liverpool once I did take me a wife
And it's her that I'm longing to see

Cho: Singing, Shine, shine, Liverpool light
     Shine on your children below;
     Singing, Shine, shine, Liverpool light
     Shine on your children below
     Shine on your children below.

Three months ago April I left her with child
A child that was mine sure as she.
But she'd not complain, for she's gentle and mild
And it's her that I'm longing to see.

   Cho.

I've sinned a lot, for a sinner I be;
As a sailor, I've sailed in the storms.
But in Liverpool, that?s where I'm longing to be,
With her arms wrapped around me so warm.

   Cho.

When the light from your tower is all that I see,
And her footsteps they run to the door.
Then I'll lift up my glass, and for all men to see,
I will vow to go sailing no more.

   Cho