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There's a port
on a western bay,
and it serves
a hundred ships a day.
Lonely sailors
pass the time away
and talk about their homes.
And there's a girl
in this harbor town,
and she works
laying whiskey down.
They say, "Brandy,
Fetch another round."
She serves them whiskey and wine.
The sailors say "Brandy,
You're a fine girl,
What a good wife you would be
- Such a fine -
Yeah your eyes
could steal a sailor from the sea."
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Brandy
wears a braided chain
made of finest
silver from the north of spain
A locket
that bears the name
of the man that Brandy loved.
He came
on a summer's day
bringing gifts
from far away
but he made it clear,
he couldn't stay
The harbor was his home.
The sailors say "Brandy,
you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
- such a fine -
But my life, my love, and my lady
is the sea."
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Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
when he told his sailor story
She could feel the ocean full of life
She saw its raging glory
But he had always told the truth,
now he was an honest man.
And Brandy does her best to understand
At night,
when the bars closed down,
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man
who's not around
She still can hear him say.
She hears him say, "Brandy,
You're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
- such a fine -
But my life, my love, and my lady
is the sea."
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"Brandy,
You're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
- such a fine -
But my life, my love, and my lady
is the sea."
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