Lyrics:

Im sick of the weather up here
It goes on and on my dear
And the fish arent coming still
They wait and wait until
We put our anchor down
We steal a few hours in town
My feet werent made for the sea
They were made for running free

Free
Free
It dont make much sense to me
It dont make much sense to me
To be stuck on a boat at sea

Its harder to have you here
In the cannery so near
Baking bread and drinking wine
All just to pass the time
And I see the ships heading there
Where my love lets down her hair
But my dad works this all day
And so its here, right here well stay

Stay
Stay
Stay
Never going to Larsen Bay
Never going to Larsen Bay
Never going to Larsen Bay