Blue Star Line

When his letter arrived from America

It still had the scent of a foreign land

All the way from New York City

Inside a short note

'Cause Sean was no friend of words

He sent her his picture and a ticket

To cross the ocean

On the Blue Star Line

A little money

A little hope

Those were just the times

Sean had no use

For anything beyond his two hands

People say he has a gift

He'll make any machine live again

He found a place not too far

From the city

And a waiting line of Model A's

He went to Roebuck's for a suit

She'll be arriving Saturday

This Saturday

On the Blue Star Line    

Those were just the times