In the deep tidal waters by St. Margaret’s Hope
In 1909 the Royal Navy made their home
The workers moved into the garden city planned
And so Zealandia entered and work duly began

Oh, to see the lights, those guiding lights
The cranes that tower so high and the ships of imperial might

For almost a century this nation lay in debt
Rosyth was a vanguard of this country’s defence
Through the Cold War confusion, the arrival of the nuclear fleet
The refitting of Polaris to cope with the Soviet threat

Oh, to see the lights, those guiding lights
The cranes that tower so high and the ships of imperial might
Oh, to see the lights, those guiding lights
The cranes that tower so high and the ships of imperial might

But political will saw fit to close the famous base
The contract for Trident signalled the ultimate fate
Privatisation followed, redevelopment ensued
But as long as the port remains, hopes exist for naval re-use

Oh, to see the lights, those guiding lights
The cranes that tower so high and the ships of imperial might
Oh, to see the lights, those guiding lights
The cranes that tower so high and the ships of imperial might
The cranes that tower so high and the ships of imperial might