Come man or woman,
The breeze on the ship,
A ship for two, man and woman.
Many ports we have entered,
All in search for who we are.
For each port, a meeting place,
Come man or woman, from the sea,
The deep, deep sea.
Longshoreman from port to port.
Woman or man,
Each por reminding you of another port
Rediscovered.
So come man or woman,
No port is the same, yet it comes around
Some later month of the year.
We reach each port at least once or twice.
Come man or woman.
Yet the next port, and cargo unknon,
Is visible.
So, set forth young man or woman,
For the ports still linger as
You cruise the sea.
So let the breeze on the ship
Blow through your hair,
Come man or woman.