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 passing 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 passing 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 passing 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