There'll be no moon tonight
   And the stars won' t light the sky
   There are women on the streets
   But there's no loving in their eyes
   Feeling weary, tired and wishing
   I was standing in your doorway now
  
   There'll be dancing flames
   Something better cooking slow, perfume heavy
   And all the lanterns turned down slow
   Oh that lucky, oh that lucky man
   Who's standing in your doorway now
  
   I'm a wandering man, you'll never tie me down
   Lifelong sailor, but how I wish I was homeward bound
   At this moment, tired and wishing
   I was standing at your doorway now