Inside every sailor you'll find a young man
Itching to get to sea, soon as he can
To see all them pretty girls, dusky and brown
And to get far away from his boring hometown
And to get far away from his boring hometown
Inside every sailor's heart, you'll find a girl
Who is constant and true, she's a jewel, a pearl
But she's like any other girl, happy or sad
It's just this one's in love with a wandering lad
It's just this one's in love with a wandering lad
Inside every kind of ship black, green or gray
There are men with their eyes fixed on things far away
Beyond the horizon, ahead or behind
Will the dream that they're searching for be what they find?
Will the dream that they're searching for be what they find?
Inside every sailor you'll find an old man
With rose coloured memories of where he began
Where he dreamed of pretty girls, dusky and brown
And he longs to get back to his boring hometown
And he longs to get back to his boring hometown
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