A stron wind blew across the bay   A word for happiness on that day   The workers board their trains for home   Their shirts were dirty and damp      And I stood there just like before   A nod from a stud or a smile from a whore   It all seemed so impermanent though   I think that it never will change      I went down the old narrow road   That leads to the shore and to Sally's old boat   I went aboard and i rowed away   To get to the other side      And they all lit a fire on the beach that night   And all their troubles were out of sight   I just walked in and I tied the boat   To a tree in the edge of the wood      And they all sang a song called the bottle of smoke   They blew their whistles... Their drums they stroke   And the fair young ladies thay danced in the night   To the sound of the band in the flickering light