On the docks where the boredom of life I see boats coming in with the fruits
I watch as they come from the world in the sun That there is farewell to this cold golden hell They can leave far behind
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
In a bar, with sailors I stand And I talk about girls, about love
Then in my dreams, I can travel at seas On a float, southern-bound There I can hold all the magic in gold
When the bars on the quayside are closed
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
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 reprieve for my to ticket-to-ride Where the sun shines for me Surviving any storms, and be wild to be warm
I'll be leaving behind no regrets 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 More from Charles Aznavour