It's too wide a world for one man to know Life is a strange kind of song The sea-gulls fly We've seen eye to eye for so long The market is walking They're hawking their wares Young man shouting curses around I'm off to Miami, going down in America Farewell to you Nassau Town I take my guitar and I try to make sense From all of the things going down I take that guitar and watch all the circles go round The dark-eyed ladies they have taken their chances Back while the moon went down And while they are sleeping I'm quietly leaving Farewell to you Nassau Town Some men wander the wide world over And never do find them a home Like the Flying Dutchman Out in the mist they roam This cold Pauli girl It is draining too fast The smoke from those cruise ships blows 'round They're full of fat souls Just ripe to be rolled Farewell to you, farewell to you Farewell to you, Nassau Town