Song 332: "The Port of Call" - Battlefield Band

You lived your life in service
Apprenticed long enough
And you've learnt to love the ocean
Both becalmed and deadly rough

Still you wait in patient silence
For some long abandoned ship
To call you up for duty
For one more longed-for trip

Still Henry comes to see you
And helps to dry your tears
With his love of country music
And half a dozen beers

And he takes you from your sorrow
And he takes you on the town
Says, "If you can't forget the ocean,
There's danger you might drown"

No sixty year old sailor
Is wanted on the sea
And no forty years of sailing
Will get them to agree
No twenty years of reasoning
Will ever make them see
And no amount of money
Will ever set you free

But Henry's young and happy
He can only do so much
And you realise he's losing you
When you start losing touch

In this dirty, smoky barroom
You stare blindly at your past
And you see the ghost of every coast
Appearing in your glass

And you did your bit for Europe
For your king and your country
But they soon forgot your sacrifice
In the wake of victory

And these empty bottles ask you,
Was it peace or was it war,
Was it love or just frustration,
That brought you down so far?

No sixty year old sailor
Is wanted on the sea
And no forty years of sailing
Will get them to agree
No twenty years of reasoning
Will ever make them see
And no amount of money
Will ever set you free

And all those years of waiting
Were they worth it after all
When there's only one more voyage
Just one more port of call?