When the wind whistles up from the Mersey
It can carry the tang of the sea
And down at the Husky the Morry has docked
Bringing my love home to me
He’ll throw his kitbag in the lobby
and sit me right down on his knee

When the wind blows up from the Mersey
Carrying my love back home to me
When the wind blows up from the Mersey
Carrying my love back home to me

The kids will be angels all weekend
Till they get used to him being around
When he shaves at the sink, in the kitchen
he whistles, my heart contracts at the sound
For I know in a week he’ll be leaving
And once more alone I will be

When the wind blows up from the Mersey
Carrying my love back home to me
When the wind blows up from the Mersey
Carrying my love back home to me

It’s jars out tonight at the Throstle’s
Then a fish supper on our way home
He’ll say ‘This is the life – who’d leave his wife
If his job didn’t force him to roam?’
But we’ll be skint by Thursday, so he’ll sign on again
Or it’s blind scouse for dinner and tea

When the wind blows up from the Mersey
Carrying my love back home to me
When the wind blows up from the Mersey
Carrying my love back home to me

When cold winter wind blows along Scotty Road
And I’m by me fireside alone
I think of my Johnny out there on the ocean
I know he’s thinking of home
For he told me those fancy American girls
Could not hold a candle to me

When the wind blows up from the Mersey
Carrying my love back home to me
When the wind blows up from the Mersey
Carrying my love back home to me