Grey light hits the cobblestone street
Cold dew clings to the tired feet
A heavy chain of rusted black
A heavy weight that won't go back
The espresso machines start to hum
The early morning crowds will come
The city wakes with a golden glow
But the iron anchor stays down low
Oh, it is a heavy iron weight
Locked inside a Roman gate
Tangled in the ancient stone
Far away from its ocean home
Old men lean on a wooden chair
Scent of roasting beans in the air
The metal bites the paving square
A salty ghost in a city flare
The espresso machines start to hum
The early morning crowds will come
The city wakes with a golden glow
But the iron anchor stays down low
Oh, it is a heavy iron weight
Locked inside a Roman gate
Tangled in the ancient stone
Far away from its ocean home
It used to hold a wooden hull
Screaming loud like a seaside gull
Now it rests where the tourists tread
A piece of salt in a dusty bed
Pull the rope or break the chain
Wash the rust in the summer rain
Drag it back to the deep blue tide
Where the rolling white waters hide
Oh, it is a heavy iron weight
Locked inside a Roman gate
Tangled in the ancient stone
Far away from its ocean home
The cafes open their shutters wide
Nowhere left for the rust to hide
A piece of sea in a land of gold
A story told that is far too old
Oh, it is a heavy iron weight
Locked inside a Roman gate
Tangled in the ancient stone
Far away from its ocean home
Far away from the rolling foam
Just a heavy iron far from home
(Harmonica fade)
