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.
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