Too late for telegram
And it's too late for remorse
Too late like Lots wife looking
Over her salt shoulder
Like the Corrib river running out
Thirsting for the sea
One instant she's a baby
Next thing she's a woman with her own child
There's never any stepping stones
Slipping there's no gripping on these river walls
Like the Corrib river running out
Thirsting for the sea
We're all building up the ocean
We're all building up the ocean
We're all building up the ocean floor
Here's another Rose of Tralee
Here's another queen of the sea
It's a one-way train that's coming around
It's a station that will never let me down
Like the western rain clouds rolling in
Thirsting for the clay
We're all building up the ocean
We're all building up the ocean
We're all building up the ocean floor