Driftwood
Oh come pity me a poor mad sailor stranded on this love here I lie
like driftwood honey thing is this what I've become
I've got high over down under at A lady's will=20
under you at A lady's will I'm drifting still I'm
drifting still
So I ask in fading innocence and all my full rage will your
hand still touch me when my face has fallen in with age=20
and I go high over down under at A lady's will
under you high endless down under at A lady's will
high over down under at A lady's will (la la la laa..)