Il testo della High & dry

Gordon Lightfoot

With a lady like devotion
She sails the bitter ocean
If it wasn't for lovesick sailors
There'd be nothin' left but flotsam

Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than i?
You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry
You find your way back home before you die

Her sails blow like bubbles
While ya sip your daily doubles
If she wasn't so fond of the weather
She might give the deckhands trouble

Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than i?
You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry
I hope you find your way back home before you die

One day as i grew older
And i found i could not hold her
She took on a fine young skipper
Who soon run her up on a boulder

Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than i?
You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry
I hope you find your way back home before you die

And now, the pleasures of the harbor
Don't include a lady barber
If it wasn't for long john silver
All of us pirates would've been martyrs

Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than i?
You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry
I hope you find your way back home before you die
High and dry

I hope you find your way back home before you die