Harbor Song

I dreamed you were a rich man

And that I had no place to go

I came to you, to see if you would take me in

Through golden curtains you told me, you'd let me know.

You drink for 10 and you smoke for 20

And your fickle heart will never be true

But still I feel the wind in from the harbor

And that's when I know the old longing for you.

I saw you in my mind's eye

You were laid out on your final day

I stood in line to see your handsome face once more

It had been so dear to me, and I kissed you as you lay.

So whenever I do travel

If to England, Portugal or Spain,

As I do walk by the shipyards and the harbors,

I know the salt and the bay rum, and your ghost again,

I smell the salt and the bay rum, and you beside me again.