(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda)



There's a port on a western bay

And it serves a hundred ships a day

Lonely sailors pass the time away

And talk about their homes



And there's a girl in this harbor town

And she works layin' whiskey down

They say "Brandy, fetch another round"

She serves them whiskey and wine



The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)

"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)

"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)



Brandy wears a braided chain

Made of finest silver from the North of Spain

A locket that bears the name

Of the man that Brandy loves



He came on a summer's day

Bringin' gifts from far away

But he made it clear he couldn't stay

No harbor was his home



The sailor said " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)

"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)

"But my life, my love and my lady is the sea"

(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)



Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes

When he told his sailor stories

She could feel the ocean fall and rise

She saw its ragin' glory

But he had always told the truth, Lord, he was an honest man

And Brandy does her best to understand

(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)



At night when the bars close down

Brandy walks through a silent town

And loves a man who's not around

She still can hear him say

She hears him say

"Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)

"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)

"But my life, my love and my lady is the sea"

(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit