Jennifer Kimball

Whistles blow and bells will ring, it's only the swell of the sea
Fever and the bootleg flask took all of my brothers from me
From the old world ships brought quarrymen to carve columns with finnials, victors of war
The steam drill whines, your back is bent - you turn and smile at me

and suddenly -
I've got all the time, darling
All the time in the world
I've got all the time when you look my way
And we haven't said a word

The Union won the nine-hour day. still we're chained to the company store
a pittance wage, not a minute free for a girl on cannery row
Save Saturday, in the oil lamp glow, the dancing pavilion it sways
your gaze meets mine, beneath spruce and pine, and we dance the night away

'cause I've got all the time, darling
All the time in the world
I've got all the time when you look my way
And we haven't said a word

It's a dry island where the boss is King
but the band makes it feel like home
those Yankee tunes, they end at the end
but the Italians made me fly

Whistles blow and bells will ring, the foreman's out looking for me
A stolen hour, a stolen kiss. We were thieves in an endless robbery

-Jennifer Kimball