Hey crazy brown hair
From the Far Away Land
Making preparations for sea
Taking both of my hands

‘My sails made of paper’
‘My mast of toothpicks’
‘Pull up the anchor!’
‘Underway! Underway!’
‘I shall see you today!’

‘You’re so far away’
I say
Your finger over my mouth
‘I shall see you today!’
You say

Hoisting our flag
Singing our songs
Taking pulls from *** barrels
You’re my sailor
All along

Fair winds and following seas
My lady
From Far Away Land
‘I’ll see you today’
I whisper
To the burning horizon
‘I’ll see you today...’
‘Love you crazy brown hair.’