Testo Driftwood

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