adrift on a vast deep sea

shores there are a-plenty, though I do not land

for I am caught in the gulf between two worlds

never knowing which I must choose



with an English head, and a French heart

I am trapped in the middle on an endless voyage

conflict in my soul all the days of my life

I am a sad sailor



au clair de la lune mon ami Pierrot

mother sang me those old lullabies

and father, listening, understood not a word

yet life to me seemed so happy back then



with an English head, and a French heart

I am trapped in the middle on an endless voyage

conflict in my soul all the days of my life

I am a sad sailor



borne by the winds to this English citys shores

where all assume this is my home

still there are times when landscapes of childhood

harken back to me the church by the water, the river, the boats,

and once again I must hide the sudden tears



yes, an English head, and a French heart

I am trapped in the middle on an endless voyage

conflict in my soul all the days of my life

I am a sad sailor