Too late for telegram And it's too late for remorse Too late like Lots wife looking Over her salt shoulder Like the Corrib river running out Thirsting for the sea One instant she's a baby Next thing she's a woman with her own child There's never any stepping stones Slipping there's no gripping on these river walls Like the Corrib river running out Thirsting for the sea We're all building up the ocean We're all building up the ocean We're all building up the ocean floor Here's another Rose of Tralee Here's another queen of the sea It's a one-way train that's coming around It's a station that will never let me down Like the western rain clouds rolling in Thirsting for the clay We're all building up the ocean We're all building up the ocean We're all building up the ocean floor