| I cover the waterfront, watchin' the ship go by |
| I could see, everybody’s baby, but I couldn’t see mine |
| I could see, the ships pullin' in, to the harbor |
| I could see the people, meetin' their loved one |
| Shakin' hand, I sat there, |
| So all alone, coverin' the waterfront |
| And after a while, all the people, |
| Left the harbor, and headed for their destination |
| All the ships, left the harbor, |
| And headed for their next destination |
| I sat there, coverin' the waterfront |
| And after a while, I looked down the ocean, |
| As far as I could see, in the fog, I saw a ship |
| It headed, this way, comin' out the foam |
| It must be my baby, comin' down |
| And after a while, the ship pulled into the harbor, |
| Rollin' slow, so cripple |
| And my baby, stepped off board |
| I was still, coverin' the waterfront |
| Said «Johnny, our ship had trouble, with the fog |
| And that’s why we’re so late, so late |
| Comin' home, comin' down' |