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When my man goes to sea,he steps so high and free.I think I know as I watch him gothat he has no need for me, for me.And when my man comes homeand waits a while to roam,I think I see when he smiles at methat he's dreaming of the foam, the foam.I'm not a pious Christianand I do not go to mass,but I pray to Father Neptuneto let him safely pass.I sing to the god with the three-pronged rodand the whiskers wild and freethat I've got a man with a beard and a tanand a passion for the sea.He rides through the storm and the cold and the warmand he loves to risk his neck,and I like to know when he goes belowthat it's just below the deck.Oh, Neptune; Father Neptune!SongtexteI tell you fair and truethat if you should lose my sailorI'll sing no more to you.When he's home from sea he is half with meand he's gone when I close the door,and it's still his creed that he has no needof a wife except on shore.I know it's the boat that keeps him afloat,but I like to think it's me.And if it were not for thisI would sink to the depths of the sea. Aus Songtexte Mania