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 full rage

Will your hands still touch me

When my face has fallen in with age

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.