An old sailor in old time sing an old song Rolling down to Rio by the sea A young sailor in these times would sing a new song Flying down to Rio, come
you've got planned Must be aborted. Let me drown, this evening, Let me drown If I'm blue, let me truly play the clown Let me sail Let me sink Let me
Lady Day, please won't you stay, my Lady Day Even if I get sick as hell and I never do get well And at last my heart does fail and to some golden city sail
marching south At the garden party not a word was said The ladies lifted cake to their mouths The next war began and my ship sailed With battle orders
in the languages they speak in hell That night, the silence gave birth to a baby They took it away to her silent dismay And they raised it to be lady
mind Lady Day, please won't you stay, my Lady Day Even if I get sick as hell and I never do get well And at last my heart does fail and to some golden city sail