Text: Mark Knopfler. Shangri-La. The Trawlerman's Song.

We're taking on the water, diesel and stores
Layin' up awhile before I'm back on board
They're patching her up
To go fishin' again, fishin' again
Weldin' her rudder, scrubbin' her keel
Scars on her belly need time to heal
In the dock
With the trawlermen

I know all the people
There's nobody new
Soon we'll be leavin' with the same old crew
On the greener water
The tumbling sea
They ain't running like the good old days
Time's just slipping down the old slipways
In the dock
So dear to me

Dark is the night
And I need a guiding light to keep me
From founderin' on the rocks
My only prayer
Is just to see you there at the end
Of my wandering back in the dock
La
Lalala
Laa lala
Laa lala

I could use a layoff getting my strength back
But there's a loan to pay off and a few skipjack
So it's a turnaround
Back in the southerly wind, southerly wind
Pirates coming in to steal our gold
You can count yourself lucky with a profit in the hold
In the dock
When we come in

Dark is the night
And I need a guiding light to keep me
From founderin' on the rocks
My only prayer
Is just to see you there at the end
Of my wandering back in the dock
Back in the dock
Laa lala
Laa lala