| There's a port on a Western Bay. & It' serves a hundred ships a day. Lonely sailors... pass the time away... & talk about their homes. & There's a girl in this harbor town... & she works... layin' whisky down. They say... Brandy... fetch another round. She serves them whiskey & wine. The sailors say... "Brandy... your 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 the finest silver from the North of Spain. A locket... that bears the name... of a man that Brandy loves. He came on a summers day... bringin' gifts... from far away. But he made it clear... he couldn't stay... no harbor was his home. The sailor said... "Brandy your a fine girl... what a good wife you would be" But my life... my lover... my lady... is the sea. Yeah... Brandy use to watch his eyes... when he told his sailor stories. She could feel the ocean fall & rise...yeah she saw it's ragin' glory. Now he had always told the truth... Lord he was an honest man. & 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 can still hear him say. She hears him say... "Brandy your a fine girl what a good wife you would be" But my life... my lover... my lady... is the sea. "Brandy your a fine girl what a good wife you would be" But my life... my lover... my lady... is the sea. Is the sea. |
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| "Looking Glass" ~Brandy~ 1972' |
