(Difford/Tilbrook) 



Bar illuminations shiver    

Shadows on the street    

The Cypriot sailors    

Find the world back at their feet    

Endless days of tobacco nights by the radio    

I wonder if they'll ever go to heaven  

The beer mats are wading    

In a table of froth    

The bar girl is serving    

With a check drying cloth    

She'll bend over backwards even though she's knackered    

I wonder if there'll have her up in heaven  



Like the sailors I walk home, it's six a.m.    

Heaven's round the corner in a comfortable bed    

And I love her.    



The officers and seamen    

Elbow places at the bar    

Words that tempt the goddess    

Don't leave beats upon the heart    

But she'll service his pleasure    

And never know the treasure    

That his wife keeps forever up in heaven  



The first light of the morning    

Proves too much for the street    

No one sees each other    

Just their presence there to meet    

Your chin takes to stubble at the sight of a funnel    

And the gangplank is no trouble up to heaven