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For a beautiful New Mexico Sunday:

Artist - John Prine
Album - The Missing Years
Lyrics - Jesus The Missing Years

(spoken)
Jesus.... the missing years

It was raining. It was cold
West Bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old
So he packed his bags and he headed out
To find out what the world's about
He went to France. He went to Spain
He found love. He found pain.
He found stores so he started to shop
But he had no money so he got in trouble with a cop
Kids in trouble with the cops
From Israel didn't have no home
So he cut his hair and moved to Rome
It was there he met his Irish bride
And they rented a flat on the lower east side of Rome...
Italy that is
Music publishers, book binders, Bible belters, Money Changers,
Spoon Benders and lots of pretty Italian chicks.

Chorus:
Charley bought some popcorn
Billy bought a car
Someone almost bought the farm
But they didn't go that far
Things shut down at midnight
At least around here they do
Cause we all reside down the block
Inside at ....23 Skidoo.

Wine was flowing so were beers
So Jesus found his missing years
So He went to a dance and said This don't move me
He hiked up his pants and he went to a movie
On his thirteenth birthday he saw Rebel without a Cause
He went straight on home and invented Santa Claus
Who gave him a gift and he responded in kind
He gave the gift of love and went out of his mind
You see him and the wife wasn't getting along
So he took out his guitar and he wrote a song
Called The Dove of Love Fell Off the Perch
But he couldn't get divorced in the Catholic Church
At least not back then anyhow
Jesus was a good guy he didn't need this ****
So he took a pill with a bag of peanuts and
A Coca-Cola and he swallowed it.
He discovered the Beatles
And he recorded with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones

Repeat Chorus:

The years went by like sweet little days
With babies crying pork chops and beaujolais
When he woke up he was seventeen
The world was angry. The world was mean.
Why the man down the street and the kid on the stoop
All agreed that life stank. All the world smelled like poop
Baby poop that is ..the worst kind
So he grew his hair long and thew away his comb
And headed back to Jerusalem to find Mom, Dad and home
But when he got there the cupboard was bare
Except for an old black man with a fishing rod
He said Whatcha gonna be when you grow up?
Jesus said God
Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?
I'm a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood
They're gonna kill me Mama. They don't like me Bud.
So Jesus went to Heaven and he went there awful quick
All them people killed him and he wasn't even sick
So come and gather around me my contemporary peers
And I'll tell you all the story of
Jesus...The Missing Years

Repeat Chorus:

We all reside down the block
Inside at ....23 Skidoo.

Well, folks, our bio Bob is a wee bit late with his updates, but since he probably did Karaoke last evening, we forgive him. Thanks, Boston.

You know, yit. sometimes these groups have interesting names, no?

Strawberry Alarm Clock? but the lyrics ring true, Mr. Turtle.

Well, listeners, come Dec. 2, we will have been on the air for one year.

Ah, such memories. Remember this one?

Artist: Musical "Cats" Lyrics
Song: Memory Lyrics

Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is

Look
A new day has begun

Hi, Lady Di. Sorry I missed your song by John Prine. What an interesting take on Jesus' lost years. It rather ties in with T.S.'s Cats, I think.

Here some interesting messages for you -------


It's delightful, its's de-lovely, it's Desoto

Lifebouy really stops Be-e-e-e-Oh..

Light up a Lucky, it's light up time, be happy

http://www.cylist.com/List/400300928/

Letty: Loved the post of theCats lyric. I literally cry buckets whenever I hear it or see the play!

Well, there's our Brit, the oldandknew man from London.

Good Grief, folks! Take a look at his link. Old radio ads are something else. Interesting to me, how so many of the old songs are featured behind new commercials.

Guess it's time for a dedication song:

Michael Buble - A Foggy Day (In London Town) Lyrics
I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self-pity
What to do? What to do? What to do?
The outlook was decidedly blue
But as I walked through the foggy streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known

A foggy day in London Town
Had me low and had me down
I viewed the morning with alarm
The British Museum had lost its charm
How long, I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles hadn't passed,
For, suddenly, I saw you there
And through foggy London Town
The sun was shining everywhere.

See what I mean, folks? A great song by a new vocalist.

little busy yester day so no bands of the alphabet, i'll get caught up now, with two from "I", and two from "J"

The Girl With The Weight of The World in Her Hands
Indigo Girls

She won't recover from her losses
She's not chosen this path
But she watches who it crosses
Maybe move to the right
Maybe move to the left
So we can all see her pain she wears
Like a banner on her chest
And we all say it's sad
And we think it's a shame
And she's called to our attention
But we do not call her name
The girl with the weight
Of the world in her hands

Cause we're busy with our happiness
And busy with our plans
I wonder if alone she wants it
Taken from her hands
But if things didn't keep getting harder
She might miss her sacred chance
To go a consecrated martyr
The girl with the weight
Of the world in her hands

I wonder which saint
That lives inside a bead
Will grant her consolation
When she counts upon her need
It makes us all angry
Though we feign to care
But who will be the scale
To weigh the cross she has to bear
The girl with the weight
Of the world in her hands

Is the glass half-full or empty
I ask her as I fill it
She said it doesn't really matter
Pretty soon you're bound to spill it
With the half logic language
Of the sermon she delivers
And the way she smiles so knowingly
At me gives me the shivers
I pull the blanket higher
When I'm finally safe at home
And she'll take a hundred with her
But she always sleeps alone
The girl with the weight
Of the world in her hands

I wonder which saint
That lives inside a bead
Will grant her consolation
When she counts upon her need
It makes us all angry
Though we feign to care
But who will be the scale
To weigh the cross she has to bear
The girl with the weight
Of the world in her hands


Wish You Were Here
Incubus

I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like
A thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment
I am happy, happy
I, wish you were here
I, wish you were here
I, wish you were here
I, wish you were
Here

I lay my head onto the sand
The sky resembles
A backlit canopy
With holes punched in it
I'm counting ufos
I signal them with
My lighter
And in this moment
I am happy, happy

I, wish you were here
I, wish you were here
I, wish you were
Here
Wish you were here

I, oh

The world's a rollercoaster
And I am not strapped in
Maybe I should hold with care
While my hands are
Busy in the air
Saying

I, wish you were here
I, wish you were
I, wish you were here
I, wish you were here
I, wish you were
Here
Wish you were here


Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)
Billy Joel

Anthony works in the grocery store
Savin' his pennies for someday
Mama Leone left a note on the door,
She said,
"Sonny, move out to the country."
Workin' too hard can give me
A heart attack
You oughta know by now
Who needs a house out in Hackensack?
Is that what you get with your money?

It seems such a waste of time
If that's what it's all about
If that's movin' up then I'm movin' out.

Sergeant O'Leary is walkin' the beat
At night he becomes a bartender
He works at Mister Cacciatore's down
On Sullivan Street
Across from the medical center
He's tradin' in his Checy for a Cadillac
You oughta know by now
And if he can't drive
With a broken back
At least he can polish the fenders

It seems such a waste of time
If that's what it's all about
If that's movin' up then I'm movin' out.

You should never argue with a crazy mind
You oughta know by now
You can pay Uncle Sam with overtime
Is that all you get for your money?

It seems such a waste of time
If that's what it's all about
If that's movin' up then I'm movin' out.


Honky Cat
Elton John

When I look back boy I must have been green
Bopping in the country, fishing in a stream
Looking for an answer trying to find a sign
Until I saw your city lights honey I was blind

They said get back honky cat
Better get back to the woods
Well I quit those days and my redneck ways
And oh the change is gonna do me good

You better get back honky cat
Living in the city ain't where it's at
It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine
It's like trying to drink whisky from a bottle of wine

Well I read some books and I read some magazines
About those high class ladies down in New Orleans
And all the folks back home well, said I was a fool
They said oh, believe in the Lord is the golden rule

They said stay at home boy, you gotta tend the farm
Living in the city boy, is going to break your heart
But how can you stay, when your heart says no
How can you stop when your feet say go

linda. Welcome to WA2K radio.

Glad you liked the Thomas Sterns' song. Always amazed me how that cryptic man could do something like Cats.

and that Canuck snuck in here with more of his delightful songs. Hey, dj. Love em.

Okay, folks. We now have almost everyone on board. We know that McTag is in India, and Ellpus is experimenting with a German type deja vu.

Now all we need is Francis with the half a face.<smile>

Great song, Nancy with the laughing face.

How about we get a little creaning done around here. Here's a longago song to help us along



I Believe I'll Dust My Broom

by Robert Johnson
recording of 1st of 5 sessions, November 23 1936, San Antonio, Texas


I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom
I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom
Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room

I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know
I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know
If I can't find her in West Helena, she must be in East Monroe I know

I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet
I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet
She's a no good doney, they shouldn't allow her on the street

I believe, I believe I'll go back home
I believe, I believe I'll go back home
You can mistreat me here, babe, but you can't when I go home

And I'm gettin' up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom
I'm gettin' up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom
Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room

I'm gonna call up Chiney, see is my good girl over there
I'm gonna call up China, see is my good girl over there
'F I can't find her on Philippine's island, she must be in Ethiopia somewhere

__________


Anyone else know any house cleaning songs

Fireplace
REM

Crazy crazy world crazy crazy times
Crazy crazy world crazy crazy times
Hang up your chairs to better sweep
Clear the floor to dance
Shake the rug into the fireplace

Crazy crazy world crazy crazy times
Crazy crazy world crazy crazy times
Hang up your chairs to better sweep
Clear the floor to dance
Sweep the floor into the fireplace

Hang up your chairs to better sweep
Clear the floor to dance
Throw the chairs into the fireplace

Hang up your chairs to better sweep
Clear the floor to dance
Throw the walls into the fireplace

Here's another, listeners, from a great musical:

Lyrics
Song: Everybody Ought to Have a Maid Lyrics

[SENEX]
Everybody ought to have a maid,
Everybody ought to have a working girl,
Everybody ought to have a lurking girl
To putter around the house.
Everybody ought to have a maid,
Everybody ought to have a menial
Consistantly congenial
And quieter than a mouse.
Oh, oh, wouldn't she be delicious,
Tidying up the dishes,
Neat as a pin.
Oh, oh, wouldn't she be delightful,
Sweeping out,
Sleeping in.

Everybody ought to have a maid,
Someone who you hire when you're short of help
To offer you the sort of help
You never get from a spouse:
Fluttering up the stairway,
Shuttering up the windows,
Cluttering up the bedroom,
Buttering up the master,
Puttering all around the house!
Oh, oh, wouldn't she be delicious,
Tidying up the dishes,
Neat as a pin.
Oh, oh, wouldn't she be delightful,
Sweeping out,
Sleeping in.

Everybody ought to have a maid,
Someone who in fetching you your slipper will
Be winsome as a whipporwill
And graceful as a grouse:
Skittering down the hallway,
Flittering through the parlor,
Tittering in the pantry,
Littering up the bedroom--

[SENEX & PSEUDOLUS]
Twittering all around the house!

[HYSTERIUM]
A maid?

[SENEX]
A maid.

[PSEUDOLUS]
A maid.

[ALL]
A maid!
Everybody ought to have a maid,
Everybody ought to have a serving-girl,
A loyal and unswerving girl,
To putter around the house.
Oh, oh,

[HYSTERIUM]
Think of her at the dustbin,
'Specially when she's just been
Traipsing about.

[ALL]
Oh, oh, wouldn't she be delightful,

[HYSTERIUM]
Living in,

[SENEX]
Giving out.

[ALL]
Everybody ought to have a maid,
Daintily collecting bits of paper n' strings,
Appealing in her apron strings
And graceful as a grouse.

[HYSTERIUM]
Pattering through the attic,

[SENEX]
Chattering in the cellar,

[PSEUDOLUS]
Clattering in the kitchen,

[SENEX]
Flattering in the bedroom,

[ALL]
Puttering all around the house!
The house!
The house!

[LYCUS]
A maid?

[HYSTERIUM]
A maid.

[PSEUDOLUS]
A maid.

[SENEX]
A maid!

[ALL]
Everybody ought to have a maid,
Someone who's efficient and reliable,
Obedient and pliable,
And quieter than a mouse!
Oh, oh, wouldn't she be so nimble,
Fiddling with her thimble,
Mending her gown.
Oh, oh, wouldn't she be delightful,

[LYCUS]
Cleaning up,

[SENEX]
Leaning down.

[ALL]
Everybody ought to have a maid,
Someone who'll be busy as a bumblebee
And even if you grumble, be
As graceful as a grouse.

[LYCUS]
Wriggling in the anteroom,

[HYSTERIUM]
Jiggling in the dining room,

[PSEUDOLUS]
Giggling in the living room,

[SENEX]
Wiggling in the other rooms,

[ALL]
Puttering all around the house!
The house!
The house!
The house!

and this one, folks, is for our Walter to the tune of O Tannenbaum with a dixie land beat:


MARYLAND, MY MARYLAND
by James Ryder Randall
(1839-1908)

The despot's heel is on thy shore,
Maryland, my Maryland!
His torch is at thy temple door,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Avenge the patriotic gore
That flecked the streets of Baltimore,
And be the battle queen of yore,
Maryland, my Maryland!

Hark to an exiled son's appeal,
Maryland, my Maryland!
My mother state, to thee I kneel,
Maryland, my Maryland!
For life or death, for woe or weal,
Thy peerless chivalry reveal,
And gird they beauteous limbs with steel,
Maryland, my Maryland!

Thou wilt not cower in the dust,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Thy beaming sword shall never rust,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Remember Caroll's sacred trust.
Remember Howard's warlike thrust,
And all thy slumberers with the just,
Maryland, my Maryland.

Come! 'Tis the red dawn of the day,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Come with thy panoplied array,
Maryland, my Maryland!
With Ringgold's spirit for the fray,
With Watson's blood at Monterey,
With fearless Lowe and dashing May,
Maryland, my Maryland!

Dear Mother, burst the tyrant's chain,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Virginia should not call in vain,
Maryland, my Maryland!
She meets her sisters on the plain,
"Sic semper!" 'Tis the proud refrain
That baffles minions back amain,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Arise in majesty again,
Maryland, my Maryland!

Come! For thy shield is brighter and strong,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Come! For thy dalliance does thee wrong,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Come to thine own heroic throng,
Stalking with Liberty along,
And chant thy dauntless slogan-song,
Maryland, my Maryland!

I see the blush upon thy cheek,
Maryland, my Maryland!
But thou wast ever bravely meek,
Maryland, my Maryland!
But lo! There surges forth a shriek,
From hill to hill, from creek to creek,
Potomac calls to Chesapeake,
Maryland, my Maryland!

Thou wilt not yield the vandal toll,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Thou wilt not crook to his control,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Better the fire upon the roll,
Better the shot, the blade, the bowl,
Than crucifixion of the soul,
Maryland, my Maryland.

I hear the distant thunder-hum,
Maryland, my Maryland!
The "old line's" bugle, fife and drum,
Maryland, my Maryland!
She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb;
Huzza! She spurns the Northern scum --
She breathes! She burns! She'll come! She'll come!
Maryland, my Maryland!

We all know, of course, that Maryland stayed with the union.

able2know
hi, letty ! i'm glad you know where my moniker had its origin. i was born and bred right next to the "elbe" river in hamburg and worked in the harbour before coming across the pond - to settle next to another pond - lake ontario.
i should admit that i'm not at all familiar with the german band "kraftwerk" - other than having seen their name on
posters in germany and north-america.
when i grew up in germany, we had a slightly different style of music; of course we thought that we were "totally in" !
for your amusement i'm sending you the website of one of the german artists of my time. while the website is in german - mostly pictures - , the music - such as it is - is electronic. the singer would mainly deal with the life of the sailor returning from a long time at sea and trying to find his girl ... i'm sure you understand the story - no text needed. you'll have to have the speakers on and wait for a minute or so before the "music" starts.
hope you have some fun with it, letty. hbg



...HANS ALBERS...

WOW, hamburger. Thanks for that link, buddy.

Here's to you:

Hans Albers:
La Paloma
(Lied aus dem Tonfilm »Große Freiheit Nr. 7«
(Melodie: Yradier / Bearbeitung: Werner Eisbrenner / Text: Helmut Käutner)


Ein Wind weht von Süd und zieht mich hinaus auf See,
mein Kind, sei nicht traurig, tut auch der Abschied weh.
Mein Herz geht an Bord und fort muß die Reise gehn,
dein Schmerz wird vergehn und schön wird das Wiedersehn.
Mich trägt die Sehnsucht fort in die blauer Ferne,
unter mir Meer und über mir Nacht und Sterne.
Vor mir die Welt, so treibt mich der Wind des Lebens,
wein' nicht, mein Kind, die Tränen, die sind vergebens.

Auf, Matrosen, ohé, einmal muß es vorbei sein,
nur Erinnerung an Stunden der Liebe bleibt noch an Land zurück
Seemanns Braut ist die See, und nur ihr kann er treu sein,
wenn der Sturmwind sein Lied singt, dann winkt mir der großen Freiheit Glück.


Wie blau ist das Meer, wie groß kann der Himmel sein,
ich schau' hoch vom Mastkorb weit in die Welt hinein.
nach vorn geht mein Blick, zurück darf kein Seemann schau'n,
Kap Horn liegt auf Lee, jetzt heißt es auf Gott vertrau'n
Seemann, gib acht, denn strahlt auch als Gruß des Friedens,
hell durch die Nacht das leuchtende Kreuz des Südens.
Schroff ist das Riff und schnell geht ein Schiff zu Grunde,
früh oder spät schlägt jedem von uns die Stunde.

Auf, Matrosen, ohé, einmal muß es vorbei sein,
einmal holt uns die See und das Meer gibt keinen von uns zurück.
Seemanns Braut ist die See, und nur ihr kann ich treu sein,
wenn der Sturmwind sein Lied singt, dann winkt mir der großen Freiheit Glück.

With a translation of sorts:

Hans Albers:
La Paloma
(song from the tonfilm "large liberty No. 7"
(melody: Yradier/treatment: Werner ice burner/text: Helmut Kaeutner)


A wind blows of south and pulls me outside on lake,
my child, is not sad, does also the parting pain.
My heart goes on board and away must the journey gehn,
your pain will vergehn and becomes beautiful re+long.
Me the longing carries away into those for blue distance,
under me sea and over me night and stars.
Before me the world, then drives me the wind of the life,
wine ', my child, the tears, those are not in vain.

Up, sailors, ohé, past once it must be,
only memory on hours of the love still stays ashore
Sailor bride is the sea, and only their it can be faithful,
if the storm wind sings its song, then the large liberty luck signs to me.


As the sea is blue, as large can the sky be,
I schau ' highly of the mastkorb far into the world inside.
my view does not go forward, back may a sailor schau'n,
Cape horn lies on Lee, now is called it on God vertrau'n
To sailor, give eight, because radiates also as greeting of the peace,
brightly by the night the bright cross of the south.
Schroff is the reef and fast goes a ship to reason,
early or late everyone of us the hour strikes.

Up, sailors, ohé, past once it must be,
once does not get us the sea and the sea returns of us.
Sailor bride is the sea, and only their I can be faithful,
if the storm wind sings its song, then the large liberty luck signs to me.

La Paloma, ade
on sailors, ohé!

Strange, however. I thought that La Paloma mean "dove" in Spanish.

Source
... there's a cd- collection with 108 LA PALOMAS :wink:

Drat, Walter, I know the melody to La Paloma. It's stuck in my head somewhere.

• Julio Iglesias Posters
Song Lyrics > J > Julio Iglesias Lyrics > La paloma

Artist: Julio Iglesias
Song: La paloma
Album:


Una canción me recuerda
aquel ayer
cuando se marchó en silencio
un atardecer
se fué con su canto triste a
otro lugar
dejó como compañera
mi soledad

Una paloma blanca me canta
al alba
viejas melancolías, cosas
del alma
llegan con el silencio de
la mañana
y cuando salgo a verla, vuela
a su casa

Donde va que mi voz
ya no quiere escuchar
donde va que mi vida
se apaga
si junto a mi no está

Si quisiera volver
yo la iría a esperar
cada día cada madrugada
para quererla mas

Anyone know the melody?

Ah, me, folks. While we wait for Walter to come up with a melody----

News from the Vandals:




Vandals hit Bruce Lee statue in Bosnia 27 minutes ago



MOSTAR, Bosnia-Hercegovina (AFP) - A new statue honouring late martial arts legend Bruce Lee was vandalised hours after it was unveiled in this southern Bosnian city, police and witnesses said.






"We have received reports that the statue has been damaged. We are currently investigation the incident," a police officer in Mostar said.

The life-size bronze statue of the kung fu cinema icon in a defensive position holding nun chucks, part of kung fu equipment, was unveiled during an emotional ceremony here Saturday.

The chain and one of the nun chucks' sticks were missing and empty wine bottles were scattered around the statue in a city park, according to an AFP reporter.

Several dozen citizens gathered in the park on Sunday morning and expressed their disgust.

"It is a crime!" said one.

"Once again we've shown what Balkan savageness is!" lamented another in disbelief.

The park's nightkeeper, Veljo Dojcinovic, told AFP he saw a group of teenage hooligans entering the park in the middle of the night.

"I heard a loud bang but I was alone and I couldn't stop them. Police should have been more agile. They know that hooligans visit this park regularly," he said.

Lee was chosen as a hero that all ethnic groups could relate to in a city that remains bitterly divided after fierce fighting between Croats and Muslims during the country's 1992-95 war.

In a rare show of unity some 300 Bosnian Croats and Muslims attended the unveiling ceremony.

"Bruce Lee 1940-1973. Your Mostar" is the only text written on the base of the statue.

letty : that "la paloma" song ... sure brings back memories.
whether you were a sailor or not, anyone growing up in germany during the forties, fifties ... would know that song. many bottles of beer must have been emptied by lonely sailors on shoreleave , other lonely guys missing their girls ... i'm sure german brewers must have been very happy with that song . hbg

Well, hamburger, I am delighted that you enjoyed it. I think Letty might even enjoy it if she knew the melody. <smile>

Here's a sea type song that just came to mind, folks:




"Brandy (You're A Fine Girl)"

(As recorded by Looking Glass)
ELLIOT LURIE

There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there's a girl, in this harbor town
And she works, laying whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor
From the sea."

Brandy, wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the north of Spain
A locket, that bears the name
Of a man that Brandy loved

He came, on a summer's day
Bringing gifts, from far away
But he made it clear, he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home

The sailors said "Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady
Is the sea."

Yeah Brandy used to watch his eyes when he told his sailor's story
She could feel the ocean fall and rise, she saw it's raging glory
But he had always told the truth, Lord he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand

At night, when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man, who's not around
She still can hear him say, she hears him say

"Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady
Is the sea"

"Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady
Is the sea"

Now that one, hamburger, I know the melody to.