High & Dry Lyrics - Gordon Lightfoot

With a lady like devotion 

She sails the bitter ocean 

If it wasn't for lovesick sailors 

There'd be nothin' left but flotsam 

Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than I? 

You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry 

You find your way back home before you die 

Her sails blow like bubbles 

While ya sip your daily doubles 

If she wasn't so fond of the weather 

She might give the deckhands trouble 

Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than I? 

You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry 

I hope you find your way back home before you die 

One day as I grew older 

And I found I could not hold her 

She took on a fine young skipper 

Who soon run her up on a boulder 

Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than I? 

You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry 

I hope you find your way back home before you die 

And now, the pleasures of the harbor 

Don't include a lady barber 

If it wasn't for long John Silver 

All of us pirates would've been martyrs 

Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than I? 

You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry 

I hope you find your way back home before you die 

High and dry 

I hope you find your way back home before you die