Out on the Myra, on warm afternoons, Old men go fishing with black line and spoons.
And if they catch nothing, they never complain, I wish I was with them again.
As boys in their boats call to girls on the shore,
Teasing the ones that they dearly adore.
And into the evening, the courting begins, I wish I was with them again.
Can you imagine, Lisa of the universe, More fit for princes and kings?
I'll trade you ten of your cities, For a Marian bridge and the pleasure it brings.
Can you imagine, Lisa of the universe, More fit for princes and kings?
I'll trade you ten of your cities, For a Marian bridge and the pleasure it brings.
Out on the Myra, the people are kind, They'll treat you to homebrew and help you unwind.
And if you come broken, they'll see that you mend, I wish I was with them again.
And now I'll conclude with the wish you go well,
Sweet be your dreams, may your happiness swell.
I leave you here, for my journey begins, I'm going to be with them again.
I'm going to be with them again.