Daa, ra-da, daa Daa, da, da-da Ra-da-da, da, da, da-da There's a port on the western bay And it serves a hundred ships a day Two lonely sailors pass the time away And they talk about their home There's a girl in this harbor town And she works laying whiskey down They say, Brandon, fetch another round And she serves them whiskey and wine The sailors say, Brandon, you're a fine girl What a good wife you would be And your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea Brandon wears a braided chain Made of finest silver from the north of Spain She's got a locket and it bears the name Of the man that Brandon loved And he came on a summer's day Bringing gifts from afar away But he made it clear that he couldn't stay Cause no harbor was his home The sailors say, Brandon, you're a fine girl What a good wife you would be But my life, my love, my lady is the sea In the night, when the forest glows down Brandy walks through a silent town And she loves a man who's not around She still can hear him say She hears him say, Brandon, you're a fine girl What a good wife you would be But my life, my love, my lady is the sea Da-da, da-da, da-da-da Da-da, da-da, da-da-da