Tall Ships by Steve Knightley of Show of Hands here is an extract:

"The fishermen rise with the sun
and they work til the days nearly done
hauling empty nets
while the cold sun sets
and the winter has barely begun

Theres a lighthouse a mile from the shore
that the storm weary sailors search for
when the win and raine
bring their gales again
it won't shine for them anymore

We have families with sons on the sea,
who work the tall ships of the sea
but our choice is made
by the winter days,
and the children who sit on the quay

That wild evening the word flew around,
a tall merchant mans tempted aground
how we shout and sing glad to greet the spring
though we weep for the sailors we've drowned"