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
And she works laying whiskey
down
They say Brandy, fetch another
round
She serves them whisky and
wine
The sailors say...
Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would
be
Your eyes could steal a sailor
from the sea
Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from
the north of spain
A locket that bears the name
of the man that Brandy loves
He came on a summers day
- bearing gifts - from far away
But he made it clear he couldnt
stay
The harbor was his home
Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would
be
Your eyes could steal a sailor
from the sea
Brandy used to watch his eyes
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
And Brandy does her best
to understand
At night when the bars close
down
Brandy walks through a slient
town
And loves a man who's not
around
She still can hear him say
She hears him say...
Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would
be
Your eyes could steal a sailor
from the sea
