I dreamed you were a rich man
and that I had no place to go
I came to you to see if you would take me in
through golden curtains you told me you´d let me know.

well, you drink for ten and you smoke for twenty
and your fickle heart will never be true
but still i feel the wind in from the harbor
thats when i know the longing for you
when i know the old longing for you.

i saw you in my mind´s eye
you were laid out on your final day
i stood in line to see that handsome face once more
it had been so dear to me, and i kissed you as you lay
you were so dear, i kissed you as you lay.

now, whenever i do travel
if to portugal, england, or spain
as i do walk by the shipyards and the harbors

i smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again
i know the salt, and the bay rum, you beside me again.