High and Dry - 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