I have a bottled-up message;
bottled-up far too long.
You've taken anchorage here in my heart
sailor-girl who goes sailing on.
And I have got to tell you;
yes I've to tell you girl, aloud;
you've a sailor-boy for a lover
who also rides on a silver-cloud.
We might have met in another life
and even in a far-away world !
I too gaze at the stars in the night.
They're very much like your far-away eyes, girl.