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.



well, you drink for ten and you smoke for twenty

and your fickle heart will never be true

but still i feel the wind in from the harbor

thats when i know the longing for you 

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 that handsome face once more

it had been so dear to me, and i kissed you as you lay

you were so dear, i kissed you as you lay.



now, whenever i do travel

if to portugal, england, or spain

as i do walk by the shipyards and the harbors

i smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again

i know the salt, and the bay rum, you beside me again.