Harbor Song

I dreamed you were a rich man
and that I had no place to go
I came to you, to see if you would take me in
through golden curtains you told me, you’d let me know.
You drink for 10 and you smoke for 20
and your fickle heart will never be true
but still I feel the wind in from the harbor
and that’s when I know the old longing for you.
I saw you in my mind’s eye
you were laid out on your final day
I stood in line to see your handsome face once more
it had been so dear to me, and I kissed you as you lay.
So whenever I do travel