Author/Performer: Looking Glass
There's a port, on a west - ern bay
and it serves a hun - dred ships a day,
Lone - ly sail - ors, pass the time a - way
and talk a - bout their homes.
There's a girl, in this har - bour town
and she works, lay - ing whis - key down,
They say "Bran - dy, fetch an - oth-er round",
she serves them whis-key and wine
The sail - ors say Bran - dy you're a fine girl,
what a good wife you would be
Your eyes could steal a sail - or, from the sea.
Brandy wears a braid - ed chain,
made of finest silver from the north of Spain.
A lock - et, that bears the name,
of_the man that Bran - dy loves.
He came, on a sum - mer's day,
bring - ing gifts, from far a - way.
But he made it_clear he could - n't stay,
no har - bor was his home.
The sail-ors say Bran-dy, you're a fine girl,
what a good wife you would be,
but my life, my lov-er my la - dy, is the sea.
Bran-dy used to watch his eyes
when he told his sail-or's sto-ry,
she could feel the o-cean fall and rise,
she saw it's rag-ing glo-ry.
But he had al-ways told the truth,
Lord he was an hon-est man;
Bran-dy does her best to un-der-stand.
At night when the bars close down,
Bran-dy walks thru a si-lent town,
and loves-a man, who's not a-round,
she still can hear him say.
She hears him say Bran-dy, you're a fine girl,
what a good wife you would be.
But my life, my lover, my la dy....is the sea.
