Flying Dutchman Lyrics

  Old lady with a barrow; life near ending
  Standing by the harbour wall; warm wishes sending
    children on the cold sea swell -
    not fishers of men -
    gone to chase away the last herring:
    come empty home again.

  So come all you lovers of the good life
    on your supermarket run -
  Set a sail of your own devising
    and be there when the Dutchman comes.
  Wee girl in a straw hat: from far east warring
  Sad cargo of an old ship young bodies whoring
  Slow ocean hobo - ports closed to her crew
  No hope of immigration - keep passing through.
  So come all you lovers of the good life
    your children playing in the sun -
    set a sympathetic flag a-flying
    and be there when the Dutchman comes.  

  Death grinning like a scarecrow - Flying Dutchman
  Seagull pilots flown from nowhere - try and touch one
    as she sails in on the full tide
    and the harbour-master yells
  All hands vanished with the captain -
    no one left, the tale to tell.

  So come all you lovers of the good life
  Look around you, can you see?
  Staring ghostly in the mirror -
    it's the Dutchman you will be
  ..floating slowly out to sea
    in a misty misery.