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, laying whiskey down

They say "Brandy, fetch another round"

She serves them whiskey and wine

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

What a good wife you would be

Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor

From the sea."

Brandy, wears a braided chain

Made of finest silver from the north of Spain

A locket, that bears the name

Of a man that Brandy loved

He came, on a summer's day

Bringing 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

What a good wife you would be

But my life, my lover, my lady

Is the sea."

Yeah Brandy used to watch his eyes
when he told his sailor's story

She could feel the ocean fall and rise,
she saw its raging glory

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

And Brandy does her best to understand

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 sing, she hears him say

"Brandy, you're a fine girl

What a good wife you would be

But my life, my lover, my lady

Is the sea"