The beer-coloured bay smells oh so sweet When the wandering sickness is nigh The open sea's like a siren call And the world bids a fond goodbye Now you perch upon her temper And you yap for her return And you sail upon her smile The map of all those mean streets you used to know so well Is not forgotten nor forgiven But hope springs eternal in this house baby And the endless search it has not been in vain Now you perch upon her temper And you yap for her return And you sail upon her smile Now you perch upon her temper And you yap for her return And you sail upon her smile On her smile On her smile On her smile