On the Wharf - Holly Throsby

When it’s old, when it’s old

When it’s begged and hollow and sold

When it’s time, when it’s time

When there’s no sweet fish on my line

They don’t bite, they don’t bite

Not like my dreams in the night

Where I’d try and I’d try

But I wouldn’t know how to fight

When I’m bold, when I’m bold

I could skin, and scale and, you, hold

On the wharf, on the wharf

With my legs hanging over the water

They don’t bite, they don’t bite

Not like my dreams in the night

Where I’d try and I’d try

But I wouldn’t know how to fight

When I’m old, when I’m old

When I’m built upon and grown over

When I’m stopped like a clock

That’s hands got slower and slower

I won’t mind

I won’t mind no more dreams inthe night

Where I’d try and I’d try

But I wouldn’t know how to fight

From the wharf to the boat

Oh, don’t you know?

Oh, there she blows!

There she blows!