Bar illuminations shiver
   Shadows on the street
   The Cypriot sailors
   Find the world back at their feet
   Endless days of tobacco nights by the radio
   I wonder if they'll ever go to heaven
   The beer mats are wading
   In a table of froth
   The bar girl is serving
   With a check drying cloth
   She'll bend over backwards even though she's knackered
   I wonder if there'll have her up in heaven
  
   Like the sailors I walk home, it's six a.m.
   Heaven's round the corner in a comfortable bed
   And I love her.
  
   The officers and seamen
   Elbow places at the bar
   Words that tempt the goddess
   Don't leave beats upon the heart
   But she'll service his pleasure
   And never know the treasure
   That his wife keeps forever up in heaven
  
   The first light of the morning
   Proves too much for the street
   No one sees each other
   Just their presence there to meet
   Your chin takes to stubble at the sight of a funnel
   And the gangplank is no trouble up to heaven