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
Well, you drink for ten, and you smoke for twenty
And your fickle heart will never be true
But still I feel the wind in from the harbor
That’s when I know the longing for you
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 that handsome face once more
Had been so dear to me, I kissed you as you lay
You were so dear to me,
I kissed you as you lay
Now, whenever I do travel
If to Portugal, England, or Spain
As I do walk
By the shipyards and the harbors
I smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again
I know the salt, and the bay rum,
of you beside me again
