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.
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;
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 harbor was his home.
The sailors sayChorus
Brandy used to watch his eyes when he told his sailor’s story,
She could feel the ocean fall and rise, she saw its raging glory.
But he had always told the truth, Lord, he was an honest man;
Brandy does her best to understand.
At night when the bars close down, Brandy walks thru 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.”
