[Instrumental Intro] (brisk walking rhythm, playful whistle and plucked strings) [Verse 1] (bright, lilting, cheerfully) Your one true love's a sailing ship That anchors at our pier. We lift her sails, we man her decks, We scrub her portholes clear; And yes, our lighthouse shines for her, And yes, our shores are warm; We steer her into harbor, Any port in a storm. [Instrumental Turn] (playful fiddle and whistle) [Verse 2] (mischievous, bouncing rhythm) The sailors stand upon the docks, The sailors stand in line, As thirsty as a dwarf for gold Or centaurs for cheap wine. [Verse 3] (grinning, with growing enthusiasm) For all the sailors love her, And flock to where she's moored, Each man hoping that he might Get down, all hands on board! [Instrumental Outro] (quick whistle flourish, light laughter, footsteps continuing down the trail)
