Из альбома: The Road and the Radio [BNA]
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
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 finer silver from the north of spain
A locket that bears the name of man that Brandy loves
He came on a summer's day
Bringing gifts from far a way
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home.
The sailors say
"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 stories
She could feel the ocean fall and rise
She saw it's raging glory
But he 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
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."
"Yeah, Brandy you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea..."