Harbor Song

i dreamed you were a rich manand that i had no place to goi came to you to see if you would take me inthrough golden curtains you told me you'd let me know.well, you drink for ten and you smoke for twentyand your fickle heart will never be truebut still i feel the wind in from the harborthats when i know the longing for you when i know the old longing for you.i saw you in my mind's eyeyou were laid out on your final dayi stood in line to see that handsome face once moreit had been so dear to me, and i kissed you as you layyou were so dear, i kissed you as you lay.now, whenever i do travelif to portugal, england, or spainas i do walk by the shipyards and the harborsi smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost againi know the salt, and the bay rum, you beside me again.