There'll be no moon tonight
And the stars won't light the sky
There are women on the streets,
But there's no loving in their eyes
Feeling weary, tired and wishing
I was standing in your doorway now
There'll be dancing flames
Something special cooking slow
Perfume heavy and all the lanterns turned down low
Oh that lucky, oh that lucky man
Who is standing in your doorway now
I'm a wandering man
You'll never tie me down
Lifelong sailor, but how I wish I was homeward bound
At this moment tired and wishing
I was standing in your doorway now
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