Underground River - Jimmy Nail, The Last Ship Ensemble

They say there’s an underground river

That none of us can see

And it flows through winding tunnels

On its way to a tideless sea

And across the sea is an island

A paradise we are told

Where the toils of life are forgotten

And they call it the Island of Souls

For only a soul can go there

A soul that’s been set free

From the confines of a working life

To find eternity

Oh, a man builds a cage with the tools he is given

His casket is sealed with a riveter’s gun

All the days in between he’s just making a livin'

Till he takes to his bed, where he lays down his head

And he’s passed on his tools to his son

Till the ship’s left the quay, only now is he free

And the days of his labor are done

Nah, nah, nah, nah…

This is what we do

We build ships