Theres a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time a way
And talk about their homes
Theres a girl in this harbor town
What a good wife you would be such a fine girl
Your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea
Made of finest silver from the north of spain
He came on a summers day - bearing gifts - from far away
As he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean fall and rise
She saw its raging glory
But he had always told the truth
Lord he was an honest man
At night when the bars close down
And loves a man who's not around