Text: Looking Glass. Brandy (you're A Fine Girl).

There's a port on a western bay and it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away and talk about their homes

And there's a girl in this harbor town and she works layin' whiskey down
They say, Brandy, fetch another round, she serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say, Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
Yeah, your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea

Brandy wears a braided chain made of finest silver from the north of Spain
A locket that bears the name of the man that brandy loves

He came on a summer's day bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay, no harbor was his home

The sailor said, Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes when he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise, she saw its ragin' glory

But he had always told the truth, Lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand

At night when the bars close down, Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around, she still can hear him say

She hears him say, Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea

Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea

Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea

Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea
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