Oh come pity me a poor mad sailor
Stranded on this love
Here I lie like driftwood, honey
Is this what I've become
I go high over down under
At a lady's will
Under you
At a lady's will
I'm drifting still, I'm drifting still
So I ask in fading innocence
And all my youthful rage
Will your hands still touch me
When my face has fallen in with age
And I go high over down under
At a lady's will
Under you
High over down under
At a lady's will
Under you
At a lady's will
I'm drifting still, I'm drifting still
High over down under
At a lady's will
High over down under
At a lady's will
Writer(s): Francis Healy
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