There'll be no moon tonight

And the stars won't light the sky

There are women on the streets,

But there's no loving in their eyes

Feeling weary, tired and wishing

I was standing in your doorway now

There'll be dancing flames

Something special cooking slow

Perfume heavy and all the lanterns turned down low

Oh that lucky, oh that lucky man

Who is standing in your doorway now

I'm a wandering man

You'll never tie me down

Lifelong sailor, but how I wish I was homeward bound

At this moment tired and wishing

I was standing in your doorway now