There's a point on a western bayAnd it serves a hundred ships a dayLonely sailors pass the town awayAnd talk about their homesAnd there's a girl in this harbor townAnd she works laying whiskey downThey say, Brandy, fetch another roundShe serves them whiskey and wineThey say, Brandy, you're a fine girlWhat a good wife you would beYour eyes could steal the sail from the seaBrandy wears a braided chainMade of finest silver from the north of SpainA locket that bears the nameOf a man that Brandy lovedHe came on a summer's dayBringing gifts from far awayBut he made it clear he couldn't stayThe harbor was hisThe sailor said, Brandy, you're a fine girlWhat a good wife you would beBut my life, my lover, my lady is the sameYeah, Brandy used to watch his eyesWhen he told this sailor's storyShe could feel the ocean bottom riseShe saw its ragesAnd gloryBut he had always told the truthLord, he was an honest manBrandy does her best to understandAt night, when the bars close downBrandy walks through a silent townHe loves a man who's not aroundShe still can hear him sayShe hears him say, Brandy, you're a fine girlWhat a good wife you would beBut my life, my lover, my lady is the sameYes, it isShe said, Brandy, you're a fine girlWhat a good wife you would beBut my life, my lover, my lady is the sameYes, it isYes, it isYes, it is