Brown Bird
Mabel Grey
We sail upon the oceanOn the decks of the Mabel GreyAnd we search every port for a womanFor the woman who bears our ship’s nameWe landed our ship in MaltaAnd we looked for where good times are soldAnd I’ve never met women so prettyBut I’ve never met women so coldAs we sail upon the oceanOn the decks of the Mabel GreyAnd we search every port for a womanFor the woman who bears our ship’s nameWe landed our ship in EnglandCause we’d heard you’d been seen on their shoresBut the people all said to keep movin’That you were not allowed there no moreSo we sail upon the oceanOn the decks of the Mabel GreyWe search every port for a womanFor the woman who bears our ship’s nameWe have searched the world over to find youAnd now that we have found you, you have changedWe are still the same crew of berserkersThat you knew, but maybe just a little more strange
From Letras Mania