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