Driftwood

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 youthful rage

Will your hands still touch me

When my face has fallen in with age?

And 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