When I was young I'd sit by the water,
And watch the ships sail out to sea;
It was then that I realized, as I got older,
The sea was the life for me.
I got my first chance to prove I was able,
When I was just seventeen;
Oh, I sailed far out on the ocean,
To live the life of my dream.
But the old fishin' grounds they all seemed so barren,
In the Spring of nineteen forty-one;
So, I packed up all of my family,
And moved on down to Boston.
Just to keep food there on the table,
I worked in a big factory,
But my mind would often wander back,
To my younger days by the sea.
Down by the water,
I'd watch the ships sail on by;
Down by the water,
Under Atlantic's blue sky.
God knows it ain't easy being tied to a city,
When the ocean roar runs through your veins;
But you seem to get by with one thing in your mind,
To sail on the ocean again.
But time has a way of just slipping by us,
Unnoticed, so it may seem;
And real life is so hard to live,
But it's harder to live out your dream.
But sickness found me in the fall of sixty-three,
Never thought I could last for so long;
They say that I'll never again sail the sea,
When I die take me where I belong,
Where the wind in the sail sings a song.
Down by the water,
I'll watch the ships sail on by;
Down by the water,
Under Atlantic's blue sky.
Yes, down by the water,
I'd watch the ships sail on by;
Down by the water,
Under Atlantic's blue sky.
Under Atlantic's blue sky.