Streets of the Harbour

I saw you walkin' the streets of the harbour
Walkin' so fine dressed in calico
Wives of the farmers they gathered their husbands
Merchants dropped their goods as you walked by
So slow

Lady come sing me sultry september
Hot like the wind on your bed of coals
Lady come and bring me icy December
Cool in your eyes like the
Jeweled snow

Oh gypsy woman won't you come be my fortune
Don't need no schoolin' to play your game
It's relatively simple for your sunlit skin to ripple
Close to me
To mine

I saw you sittin' in some tiresome cafe
You were waiting for warlocks to pick up your bill
But you only copped sailors who were hopin' to get laid
Would you love to love me? you know I will
Oh yes I will