Men,Going places,From places,I too go,And come,As the tide of this quaint little island rock,Too far out,And then a little closer than wished.Men,Going places,From places,I too go,And come,From seeing my little daughter,From seeing my little known,Into the abyss of the unknown,A few hours too few,Kisses too few, too far in between.Babybliss now waiting for daddy,Watching them pass by;Old man, blind man, black man, bad man,Old man, yellow man, laughing man but no daddy man.Babybliss now waiting for daddy man,As forlorn lover at harbourAwaiting a longed for ship to dockDay in day out,Year in year out,Without end?And I old man of the seaGoing placesSome places,Many places.I will be home again,Some day,Perhaps a good summer dayTo babybliss,