كلمات Driftwood

Oh, come pity me, a poor mad sailor Stranded on this love Here I lie like driftwood, honey Is this what I've become I go high over, down under At a lady's will, under you At a lady's will I'm drifting still I'm drifting still So I ask in fading innocence And all my full rage Will your hands still touch me When my face has fallen in with age? I go high over, down under At a lady's will, under you High over, down under At a lady's will, under you At a lady's will I'm drifting still I'm drifting still High over, down under At a lady's will High over, down under At a lady's will