i dreamed you were a rich man 
and that i had no place to go 
i came to you to see if you would take me in 
through golden curtains you told me you'd let me know. 
 
well, you drink for ten and you smoke for twenty 
and your fickle heart will never be true 
but still i feel the wind in from the harbor 
thats when i know the longing for you  
when i know the old longing for you. 
 
i saw you in my mind's eye 
you were laid out on your final day 
i stood in line to see that handsome face once more 
it had been so dear to me, and i kissed you as you lay 
you were so dear, i kissed you as you lay. 
 
now, whenever i do travel 
if to portugal, england, or spain 
as i do walk by the shipyards and the harbors 
i smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again 
i know the salt, and the bay rum, you beside me again.