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 harbour 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 the man that Brandy loves
He came... on a summer's day Bringing gifts... from far away But he made it clear... he couldn't stay No harbour was his home
The sailor 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 stories She could feel the ocean foam rise She saw its 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"
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