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