Oh, the harbour lights are gleamin',
And the evening's still and dark;
And the seagulls are all dreaming,
Seagull dreams on Amherst Rock.
And the mist is slowly moving ,
As the storefront lights go dim;
And the moon is gently liftin',
As the last ship's - comin' in.
All the sailors got a story,
Some are true, some are false;
But they're always wrecked up on the decks,
Dancin' the St John's Waltz.

And we've had our share of history,
We've seen nations come and go;
We've seen battles rage over land and stage,
Four hundred years and more.
For glory or for freedom,
Or for country or for King;
Or for money or fame, but there are no names,
On the graves where men lie sleeping.
All the nine-to-fives survive the day,
With a sigh and a dose of salts;
They're parkin' their cars and packin' the bars,
Dancin' the St John's Waltz.

Oh, my heart is on the highway,
And I'm sold on goin' to sea;
All the planes fill up the skyway,
All the trains run swift and free.
Leave the wayward free to wander,
Leave the restless free to roam;
Whether it’s rocks in the bay, if it's old cliché,
You'll find your way back home.
But don't question or inquire,
What's been gained, what's been lost;
In a world of romance don't miss out on the chance,
To be dancin' the St John's Waltz.