Harbortown

Brings me back to a harbortown Where me and my true love once lay We watched the lights go up and the sun go down We let the moon rise where it may There I stood, and the river flowed There she stood, my black-haired Jill The wind addressed her tresses black Her long love letters to the hills Li-del-li, li-del-lee, how the shoreline meets thе sea Li-del-li, li-del-lay, how thе closing meets the day I'm a poor boy, the night is cold A meager treasure though it be I would turn my restless youth to gold That I might spend it all on thee Which brings me back to a harbortown Where me and my true love once lay We watched the lights go up and the sun go down We let the moon rise where it may Li-del-li, li-del-lee, how the shoreline meets the sea Li-del-li, li-del-lay, how the closing meets the day