Oh come pity me, A poor mad sailor
Stranded on this love
Here I lie like driftwood, honey
Is this what I? Ve become
I go high over, down under
At A lady? S will, under you
At A lady? S will
I? M drifting still
I? M drifting still
So I ask in fading innocence
And all my youthful rage
Will your hands still touch me
When my face has fallen in with age
I go high over, down under
At A lady? S will, under you
High over, down under
At A lady? S will, under you
At A lady? S will
I? M drifting still
I? M drifting still
High over, down under
At A lady? S will
High over, down under
At A lady? S will