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.