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She's at the waterfront tonight,
Waiting for her man;
His time in port is short,
She loves him when she can.
Alone in the misty night,
He's hungry, restless, yearning;
It's such a lonely life,
The fire is in him burning.
He's longing for a woman's touch,
Too many months at sea;
Longing for a woman's touch,
Eager to oblige was she.
Ai la li.....
Through his songs and his flashing eyes,
Blow the winds of the foreign lands;
But a smile and a tender touch,
Is a language she understands.
She never wanted a family,
Never wanted to be anyone's wife;
And no man ever grows tired of her,
She's the master of her own life>
He's longing for a woman's touch,
Too many months at sea;
Longing for a woman's touch,
Eager to oblige was she.
Ai la li.....
