(jimmy buffett, roger guth) A sail on the horizon's got a land fall rendezvous The captain steers a well known course he steers her straight and true As he trims the sheets he sings a song he learned on boats and bars A sailor spends his christmas in a harbour 'neath the stars
He's traveled through the doldrums, typhoons and hurricanes He's logged a million soggy miles, with water on his brain But christmas is the season better suited for dry land He'll tell some lies, meet some spies and dance barefoot in the sand
Chorus: A sailor spends his christmas in a harbour on the hook Cali, calais no work today, let's shelve the old log book The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun A sailor spends his christmas in a harbour having fun.
There's a party down at le select all music, rhum and cheers Faces in the shadows, I haven't seen for years The masts and shrouds are filled with lights 'neath the waning of the moon There's an air of celebration in the realm of king neptune.
Jesus was a fisherman who walked upon the sea The north pole is the ocean's remote frozen balcony The continents keep drifting but the children sing and play Cause nothing really matters after all it's christmas day