The harr’s a rollin’ in br From the ocean and far beyond br where the old man sits and hooks his bait br and sits patiently from mornin' tae late br He sees a ship harboured in the morning mist br the nautical readings explained on the list br the old clock stuck at a quarter past one br dazzles brightly in the morning sun br as the harr clears he takes off his hat br and carefully adjusts his tartan mat br He's sat there for years just a dreamin' 'bout the past br and taking in the beauty with every cast br He still sees a few of those old special friends br but the pain from those gone now will never end br The memories the jokes and the work on the boat br and his ma makin' him wear that bloody coat br still likes his fishing br but nothing will compare br Tae auld pals like his they were awfy rare.