Oh, come pity me, a poor mad sailor Stranded on this love Here I lie like driftwood, honey Is this what I've become? I go high over Down under At a lady's will Under you At a lady's will I'm drifting still I'm drifting still So I ask in fading innocence And all my youthful rage Will your hands still touch me When my face has fallen in with age? And I go high over Down under At a lady's will Under you High over Down under At a lady's will Under you At a lady's will I'm drifting still I'm drifting still High over Down under At a lady's will High over Down under At a lady's will