Lyrics:

He had a tragic fascination For witnessing the boats She'd stand in line for hours With letters that he wrote



Sunday morning when we saw her She'd be walking toward the harbor



Oh, oh, oh, oh--I think that it could be good I think that it could be good I think that it could be good Should she cry? So say I, yeah, she should



Fingers chasing figures On the backside of their coats Yeah, she was mine discretely As women let them go



Sunday morning when we saw her She'd be walking toward the harbor



Oh, oh, oh, oh--I think that it could be good I think that it could be good I think that it could be good Should she cry? So say I, yeah, she should



Oh, oh, oh, oh--I think that it could be good I think that it could be good I think that it could be good Should she cry? So say I Should she cry? So say I, yeah, she should



La-la-la-la-laaa La-la-la-la La-la-la-la, la la la



Oh, oh...oh, oh...yeah