Lletres: Noel Coward. Matelot.

Jean Louis Dominic Pierre Bouchon
True to the breed that bore him,
Answered the call
That held in thrall
His father's heart before him.
Jean Louis Dominic sailed away,
Further than love could find him,
Yet in the night,
He heard a light
And gentle voice behind him say:

'Matelot, Matelot,
Where you go, my heart goes with you.
Matelot, Matelot,
When you go down to the sea.
For a year and a day
You may sail away,
And have no thought of me,
Yet through the wind and the spray
You will hear me say,
"No love was ever free."
You will sigh when horizons appear,
"Something that is dear
To me
Cannot let me be."
Matelot, Matelot,
Where you go, my heart goes with you.
Matelot, Matelot,
When you go down to the sea.

Jean Louis Dominic Pierre Bouchon,
Traveled the wide world over.
Lips that he kissed
Could not resist
This loving, roving rover.
Jean Louis Dominic, right or wrong,
Ever pursued a new love,
'Til in his brain
He heart a strain
He knew to be his true love
Song:

'Matelot, Matelot,
Where you go, my heart will follow.
Matelot, Matelot,
When you go down to the sea.
When there's grief in the sky
And the waves fly by,
My heart to yours will say,
"You can be sure that I'm true
To my love for you,
Though half a world away."
Never mind
If you find
Other charms.
Here within my arms,
You'll sleep,
Sailor from the deep.
Matelot, Matelot,
Where you go, my heart will follow.
Matelot, Matelot,
When you go down to the sea.