From the promenade I can see the shoreline And your pale old boat whining like a horse Grazing in the waves, rocking at the seaside And the light from the fading day Showed a silver glow in your hand There is a rumor running 'round the tavern The King is looking for a silver key The Queen has locked up her night-gown And tossed away that key out on the sea Every night Every boat Every man Is send along, but one Old Fisherman the King demands your hearing "They say you found a key long time ago And ever since my bride been acting funny Now, let it go and I'll pay your weight in gold" Every night Every boat Every man is send along