Sailin' mans like the shiftin' sand,
Or the wind, blowing through the trees.
Half his heart to the ones he loves,
Half to his mistress sea.
When a man's at sea, he longs for her arms,
In her arms, he longs for the sea.
One man following, two are calling him,
Never letting him be.
So never love a sailin' man,
You'll have but half of his heart.
And spend your time, tellin' him goodbye,
A thousand times you part.
To love a woman, is to love a bird,
That will someday fly away,
To love the sea, is to love for life,
Till a coral gave you lay.
If you bare him a baby girl,
Let no sailor cross her path,
But if you bare him a baby boy,
Then you've lost another half.