Arabesque

My seafaring man
He called me tonight
To say, "Please be waiting
Till I hold you tight"
His voice was not clear
But he said it might
Be due to long distance
He loved me alright
* Oh, don't w'ait for a sailor
Whatever he'll say
You'll find all his phrases
In any old play
Oh, don't wait for a sailor
On the ocean of life
Be gladly his lover
But never his wife
I think he is drinking
He calls from a bar
Tonight from an island
That's named Zanzibar
He's sailing in August
Comes home in July
May be Christmas evening
For one kiss goodnight
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If he says one day
I'm coming home to stay
Don't you worry
He's going back tu the sea
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