the ship is coming in
but i have no goods to trade
i have no goods to trade
you come to my barren land
to my barren land
and no paths have been laid
no paths have been laid
and i feed you the sweet fermented nectar of sleep
and i bed you in blankets of wool from my sheep
but i have no goods to trade
i have no goods to trade
take the boat
out of here
tonight
take the boat
out of here
tonight
the cars have been burned out
there’s no transport of late
no transport of late
and the captain died too soon
all dead to soon
when my paths were not laid
no paths had been laid
and now i’m the father, the daughter, the sailor
and now i’m the doctor, the preacher, the wailer
but i have no goods to trade
i have no goods to trade
take the boat
out of here
tonight
take the boat
out of here
tonight
