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When my man goes to sea,he steps so high and free.I think I know as I watch him gothat he has no need for me, for me.And when my man comes homeand waits a while to roam,I think I see when he smiles at methat he’s dreaming of the foam, the foam.I’m not a pious Christianand I do not go to mass,but I pray to Father Neptuneto let him safely pass.I sing to the god with the three-pronged rodand the whiskers wild and freethat I’ve got a man with a beard and a tanand a passion for the sea.He rides through the storm and the cold and the warmand he loves to risk his neck,and I like to know when he goes belowthat it’s just below the deck.Oh, Neptune; Father Neptune!Letras de cancionesI tell you fair and truethat if you should lose my sailorI’ll sing no more to you.When he’s home from sea he is half with meand he’s gone when I close the door,and it’s still his creed that he has no needof a wife except on shore.I know it’s the boat that keeps him afloat,but I like to think it’s me.And if it were not for thisI would sink to the depths of the sea. From Letras Mania