Salt spray hits the rusted rail
White wings like a tattered sail
Perched upon a concrete ledge
Living on the harbor edge
The ferries churn the oily gray
The city lights fade far away
He holds the line with golden eyes
Underneath the purple skies
High above the Sydney tide
Nowhere for the mice to hide
Feathered king on a stone throne
Watching over the harbor zone
Copper bells begin to chime
Counting down the midnight time
Tugging at a salted breeze
Swaying like the coastal trees
The ferries churn the oily gray
The city lights fade far away
He holds the line with golden eyes
Underneath the purple skies
High above the Sydney tide
Nowhere for the mice to hide
Feathered king on a stone throne
Watching over the harbor zone
Sleek and sharp a sudden dive
Feeling every nerve alive
Talon grip on a wooden beam
Cutting through a diesel stream
Concrete cold and wind so keen
Sharpest sight he's ever seen
Wait for the spark, wait for the flight
Owner of the velvet night
High above the Sydney tide
Nowhere for the mice to hide
Feathered king on a stone throne
Watching over the harbor zone
Coffee steam and grease on glass
Watching all the tankers pass
One lone bird in a steady stare
Cutting through the salty air
High above the Sydney tide
Nowhere for the mice to hide
Feathered king on a stone throne
Watching over the harbor zone
The Harbor Guard
The Harbor Guard He's watching now
(Gang vocal claps)
