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 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 finest silver from the north of Spain A locket, that bears the name Of a man that Brandy loved
He came, on a summer's day Bringing gifts, from far away But he made it clear, he couldn't stay No harbor was his home
The sailors 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's story She could feel the ocean fall and rise, she saw it's 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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