Land ho! — текст песни (Doors, The)

Grand-Ma loved a sailor
Who sailed the frozen sea.
Grand-Pa was a whaler
And he took me on his knee.
He said, Son, I`m goin` crazy
From livin` on the land.
Got to find my shipmates
And walk on foreign sands.

This old man was graceful,
With silver in his smile.
He smoked a briar pipe and
He walked four country miles.
Singing song of shady sisters
And old time liberty,
Songs of love and songs of death,
And songs to set me free.

I`ve got three ships and sixty men,
A course for ports unread.
I`ll stand at mast, let north winds blow
Till half of us are dead.
Land Ho!

Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill,
Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill.
If I get my hands on a number five,
Gonna skin that little girl aline.
If I get my hands on a number two
Come back home and merry you,
Merry you, merry you. All right!
Land ho!