By the old ***** window
……I stand
Looking at the beautiful old Marina
I see the old big ships
Coughing out their heavy sooty smoke
As they snail their way
……. Away from
The old beautiful Marina
She wore her beautiful dress blue
My heart she’s hold tight glue
She touched the flowers bloom
Behind her men ran
For a glimpse of her beautiful ***
The old beautiful Marina she makes young
The play boys ran around
Barking fiercely are the hounds
The town thief in chain is caught
By my old beautiful window I stand
The town chief takes her hand
I wonder, will he give me that hand ?
In this old beautiful Marina.
The sun is dawning
The old ships are back docking
I see her coming I’m bowing
Her beautiful smile she keeps throwing
The old beautiful Marina is not aging.