Port Town
By Langston Hughes - 1901-1967
Hello, sailor boy,
In from the sea!
Hello, sailor,
Come with me!
Come on drink cognac.
Rather have wine?
Come here, I love you.
Come and be mine.
Lights, sailor boy,
Warm, white lights.
Solid land, kid.
Wild, white nights.
Come on, sailor,
Out o’ the sea.
Let’s go, sweetie!
Come with me.
5 comments:
Daring, beautiful.
The street sounds to the soldiers' tread,
And out we troop to see:
A single redcoat turns his head,
He turns and looks at me.
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;
What thoughts at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
"Drunken Sailor " Ferré Grignard, Belgian singer :do you know ?
Joseph, I looked it up. I was not familiar with the song.
The little sailor is TOTALLY MINE!!!!! I love him, I'm not like others who only love him for his flesh....
Ángel Martín Artime
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