High And Dry — текст песни (Gordon Lightfoot)

With a lady-like devotion
She sails the bitter ocean
If it wasn`t for lovesick sailors
There`d be nothin` left but flotsam
Singin` why me oh my
Is there a better man than I
I hope you find your way back home
Before you`re lyin` high and dry
I hope you find your way back home
Before you die
Her sails blow like bubbles
While ya sip yer daily doubles
If she wasn`t so fond of the weather
She might give the deckhands trouble
Singin` why me oh my
Is there a better man than I
I hope you find your way back home
Before you`re lyin` high and dry
I hope you find your way back home
Before you die

One day when I grew older
And I found I could not hold her
She took on a fine young skipper
Who soon run her up on a boulder
Singin` why me oh my
Is there a better man than I
I hope you find your way back home
Before you`re lyin` high and dry
I hope you find your way back home
Before you die

Now the pleasures of the harbor
Don`t include a lady barber
If it wasn`t for Long John Silver
All of us pirates would`ve been martyrs
Singin` why me oh my
Is there a better man than I
I hope you find your way back home
Before you`re lyin` high and dry
I hope you find your way back home
Before you`re lyin` high and dry
I hope you find your way back home
Before you die