Post by KG on Jun 3, 2018 16:12:46 GMT
Take me back to the old Pier head
Ten thousand miles and a world away
An old Sailor, on his death bed lay,
Alone and forgotten lying there
he softly whispered this dying prayer.
Oh take me back to my younger days
To the old Pier Head and the Landing Stage.
Where the Liver Birds with gaze serene
look down upon the bustling scene.
Where the double decker trams roll by
their trolleys swinging in the sky,
and homeward Dockers wearily tread
underneath the Overhead.
The busy ferry boats leave the Stage
rolling and bumping on the waves.
Fighting hard against the tide
all the way to the other side.
Dockers in long greasy coats
horses and carts on the luggage boats
Buckets and spades in grubby hands
heading for New Brighton sands
Banana boats and liners tall
moored together along the Wall.
Copra, cotton and sugar cane
barges loading up with grain.
Wet Nellies and great mugs of tea
in the Cocoa rooms by the old Goree
Coolies parading down Scotland Road
dressed in Paddy`s Market clothes.
Gone is the Liverpool that I knew
Gone are all my old friends too
The trams, the horses and the floats
Gone are all the Cunard boats.
Oh take me back to the old Pier Head
to ride once more on the Overhead
To sign on at the Pool again.
The old Sailor`s last trip down Memory Lane.
...........
Author unknown.
Ten thousand miles and a world away
An old Sailor, on his death bed lay,
Alone and forgotten lying there
he softly whispered this dying prayer.
Oh take me back to my younger days
To the old Pier Head and the Landing Stage.
Where the Liver Birds with gaze serene
look down upon the bustling scene.
Where the double decker trams roll by
their trolleys swinging in the sky,
and homeward Dockers wearily tread
underneath the Overhead.
The busy ferry boats leave the Stage
rolling and bumping on the waves.
Fighting hard against the tide
all the way to the other side.
Dockers in long greasy coats
horses and carts on the luggage boats
Buckets and spades in grubby hands
heading for New Brighton sands
Banana boats and liners tall
moored together along the Wall.
Copra, cotton and sugar cane
barges loading up with grain.
Wet Nellies and great mugs of tea
in the Cocoa rooms by the old Goree
Coolies parading down Scotland Road
dressed in Paddy`s Market clothes.
Gone is the Liverpool that I knew
Gone are all my old friends too
The trams, the horses and the floats
Gone are all the Cunard boats.
Oh take me back to the old Pier Head
to ride once more on the Overhead
To sign on at the Pool again.
The old Sailor`s last trip down Memory Lane.
...........
Author unknown.