On the docks where the boredom of life is all that I own
I see boats coming in with the fruits of places unknown
I watch as they come from the world in the sun and I see in my mind
That there is farewell to this cold golden hell, they can leave far behind
Let me go where they go, let me fly the winds that they fly
For to stay in this place will destroy a man's certain life
Take me along, a long way from here
Take me along to a far away shore
When you're poor it's easy to bare
With sunshine and soft summer air
At the end of the day, in a bar, with sailors I stand
And I talk about girls, about love, a glass in my hand
Then in my dreams, I can travel at seas on a float, southern-bound
There I can hold all the magic in gold of the love I have found
When the bars on the quayside are closed, alone I remain
I continue to dream and each night, the dream is the same
Take me along, a long way from here
Take me along to a far away shore
When you're poor it's easy to bare
With sunshine and soft summer air
Very soon I will take any troubled chance that I can
Though I dream like a child, for my dreams, I'll work like a man
I'll work and reprive for my to ticket-to-ride where the sun shines for me
Surviving any storms, and be wild to be warm, that's the way I must be
I'll be leaving behind no regrets and hold my past
And I'll go to the sea, as I'll sail to freedom at last
Take me along, a long way from here
Take me along to a far away shore
When you're poor it's easy to bare
With sunshine and soft summer air
Take me along, a long way from here
Take me along to a far away shore
When you are poor it's easy to bare
With sunshine and soft summer air.
Writer(s): Charles Aznavour
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