And when your ship sets sail do not worry Ill wipe the sweat away All your life you travel blind Not a peace, not resigned At least you get to leave the pain behind When you, ship sets sail And when your work is done do not hurry Dont pack your things away 40 years the mills grind slow Take your pay, before you know Theyre telling you its time to go When your ship sets sail And nothing much you taught us turned out useful in the end Maybe the world was bigger then and easier to mend And when your ship sets sail do not worry Ill wipe the sweat away The street was dark, the dark was sweet The boy still running up the street To grip the hand that grips this sheet When your ship sets sail And can you scrape the patience up to stand in one more line? You havent lost your ticket, look, you had it all the time Boy still running
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