Written by t. horn / b. cook. Papa says there are clothes to wash Sister says brush your hair You'll go down to the laundromat Maybe your sister is there Father says when you're young like this Things can seem pretty bad Let's get out and walk by the river And there are people who roam the docklands And there are ships pa**ing in the night And there are thousands of things that i have dreamed Gone in the daylight Sister 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 weight And all the people who roam the docklands And all the ships pa**ing through the night And there are thousands of things that i have dreamed Gone in the daylight Sometimes 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 to Hold on hold on Hold on hold on In 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 you I 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 go And then the people who roam the docklands And all the ships pa**ing in the night And the thousands of things that i have dreamed Stay in the daylight Sometimes 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 to Give me your hand Give me your hand give me your hand Give me your hand in the docklands I beg of you give me your hand In the docklands