Papa says there are clothes to wash
Sister says brush your hair
You'll go down to the laundromat
Maybe your sister is thereFather says when you're young like this
Things can seem pretty bad
Let's get out and walk by the riverAnd there are people who roam the Docklands
And there are ships passing in the night
And there are thousands of things that I have dreamed
Gone in the daylightSister says hold your head up high
Life goes on so don't be afraid
Keep your defenses but don't shut the loving out
You got to learn to carry that weightAnd all the people who roam the Docklands
And all the ships passing through the night
And there are thousands of things that I have dreamed
Gone in the daylightSometimes I feel like I'm in a foreign land
And there's a mirror I'm looking through
Lost in the place where I was born
Without a hand to hold on toHold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold onIn the Docklands where I was born
People keep moving to and fro
Everybody's pushing trying to make it happen
I beg of you, I beg of you, I beg of youI miss you more than I thought I could
I need you more than you know
I was there when they took you away from me
I'll be there when they let you goAnd then the people who roam the Docklands
And all the ships passing in the night
And the thousands of things that I have dreamed
Stay in the daylightSometimes I feel like I'm in a foreign land
And there's a mirror I'm looking through
Well bring me back to the place where I was born
Without a hand to hold on toGive me your hand
Give me your hand, give me your hand
Give me your hand in the DocklandsI beg of you, give me your hand in the Docklands
I beg of you, give me your hand in the Docklands
Songwriters
Trevor Horn;Betsy CookPublished by
UNIVERSAL-SONGS OF POLYGRAM INTERNATIONAL, INC.