adrift on a vast deep sea
shores there are a-plenty, though I do not land
for I am caught in the gulf between two worlds
never knowing which I must choose
with an English head, and a French heart
I am trapped in the middle on an endless voyage
conflict in my soul all the days of my life
I am a sad sailor
au clair de la lune mon ami Pierrot
mother sang me those old lullabies
and father, listening, understood not a word
yet life to me seemed so happy back then
with an English head, and a French heart
I am trapped in the middle on an endless voyage
conflict in my soul all the days of my life
I am a sad sailor
borne by the winds to this English citys shores
where all assume this is my home
still there are times when landscapes of childhood
harken back to me the church by the water, the river, the boats,
and once again I must hide the sudden tears
yes, an English head, and a French heart
I am trapped in the middle on an endless voyage
conflict in my soul all the days of my life
I am a sad sailor
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