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J.Frankfurter / J.Moering My seafaring man He called me tonight To say, "Please be waiting Till I hold you tight" His voice was not clear But he said it might Be due to long distance He loved me alright Oh, don`t wait for a sailor Whatever he`ll say You`ll find all his phrases In any old play Oh, don`t wait for a sailor On the ocean of life Be gladly his lover But never his wife I think he is drinking He calls from a bar Tonight from an island That`s named Zanzibar He`s sailing in August Comes home in July May be Christmas evening For one kiss goodnight Oh, don`t wait for a sailor Whatever he`ll say You`ll find all his phrases In any old play Oh, don`t wait for a sailor On the ocean of life Be gladly his lover But never his wife If he says one day: "I`m coming home to stay" Don`t you worry He`s going back tu the sea (Don`t you warry) (He`s going back) Oh, don`t wait for a sailor Whatever he`ll say You`ll find all his phrases In any old play Oh, don`t wait for a sailor On the ocean of life Be gladly his lover But never his wife Oh, don`t wait for a sailor Whatever he`ll say You`ll find all his phrases In any old play Oh, don`t wait for a sailor On the ocean of life Be gladly his lover But never his wife |