Waiting for morning on the ferry boat deck 5 miles out of CalaisTired and cold and wet to the skin watching the waves and the sprayTen years have gone by like the roll of the tide since I signed for themerchant marineNow all I want is dry land and a home in a country that I've rarely seenHome, hurry homeTo valleys greenAnd cliffs so tall and so whiteHome, hurry homeI can see the lights of Dover through the nightTeachers of England instructed me well, strength comes from iron and fireFreedom was won from the barrel of a gun, law comes from palace and spireI carried the wealth of this land 'cross the sea till the ships and the cargoesgrew slackNow many Jack Tar is washed up in a bar and many ships will never come backThe ship's bar is closed, there's a gang of fifteen talking of flags and ofbloodDrunken with fighting the face of John Bull stands for violence, England and GodDid I dream of a homeland so distantly rememberedOf warmth, work, welfare, peace for all?