It was in the spring this year of grace With new life pushing through That I looked from the citadel down to the narrows and asked what it's coming to Isaw percanegan concrete and glass right down to the water line I have heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf Can I sing it just one time With half-closed eyes against the sun for the warm wind giving thank I imagine the years of the warm laden schooners splashing home from the grand banks But a lass lays done in the harbor sun With her picture on a dime I have heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf Can i sing it just one time CHORUS: And haul away and heave her ho These songs are sung no more No boats to sing them for No sails to sing them for Now there lies a steady stream of tourists passing through We trade it always for the new Always for the new Always for the new, for the new Now you ask "What's this romantic boy, Who laments what's done and gone?" There was no romance on a cold winter ocean and the gale sang an awful song But my father knew of wind and tide, and my blood is merit time And I heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf Can I sing it just one time CHORUS (Repeat first verse)