If you come ashore
I promise
Life won’t be a bore
We will love our babies
I will let you hold them
All that you please
One will sit on your lap
The other one
Won’t give you any crap
Life will be so great
To make you happy
I Wouldn’t hesitate
Please come home my love
Don’t you hear the call
From above?
Home is where your needed
In every port your greeted
Come home where you belong
Together we
Will sing a song
We will sing of day’s gone by
Songs that made me cry
Soon our kids will be grown
And they will
Have kid’s of their own
Will they have a Grampa
Who’s all wrinkled and white
That will say
I love you and good night.

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