I cover the waterfront
Watching the ship go by
I could see, everybody's baby, but I couldn't see mine
I could see, the ships pulling in to the harbor
I could see the people, meeting their loved one
Shaking hand
I sat there so all alone, covering the waterfront
And after a while
All the people, left the harbor
And headed for their destination
All the ships, left the harbor
And headed for their next destination
I sat there, covering the waterfront
And after a while, I looked down the ocean
As far as I could see in the fog, I saw a ship
It headed this way, coming out the foam
It must be my baby, coming down
And after a while, the ship pulled into the harbor
Rolling slow, so cripple
And my baby, stepped off board
I was still, covering the waterfront
Said, "Johnny, our ship had trouble with the fog
And that's why we're so late, so late
Coming home, coming down"
