Lyrics:
There's a city, draped in netFisherman netAnd in the half light, in the half lightIt looks like every towerIs covered in websMoving and glistening and rockingIt's babies in rhythmAs the spider of time is climbingOver the ruinsThere were hundreds of people living hereSails at the windowsAnd the planes came crashing downAnd many a pilot drownedAnd the speed boats flying abovePut your hand over the side of the boatWhat do you feel?My mother and her little brown jugIt held her milkAnd now it holds our memoriesI can hear her singing“Little brown jug don't I love thee”“Little brown jug don't I love thee”Ho ho ho, hee hee heeI hear her laughingShe is standing in the kitchenAs we come in the back doorSee it fallSee it fallOh little spider climbing out of a broken jugAnd the pieces will lay there a whileIn a house draped in netIn a room filled with coralSails at the windowForests of mastsPut your hand over the side of the boatPut your hand over the side of the boat