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 city's 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