Lyric Driftwood

Oh come pity me a poor mad sailor
Stranded on this love
Here I lie like driftwood, honey
Is this what I ve become

I go high over down under
At a lady s will
Under you

At a lady s will
I m drifting still, I m drifting still

So I ask in fading innocence
And all my youthful rage
Will your hands still touch me
When my face has fallen in with age

And I go high over down under
At a lady s will
Under you

High over down under
At a lady s will
Under you

At a lady s will
I m drifting still, I m drifting still

High over down under
At a lady s will

High over down under
At a lady s will