Take Me Along Charles Aznavour

On the docks where the boredom of life
Is all that I own
I see boats coming in with the fruits
Of places unknown

I watch as they come from the world in the sun
And I see in my mind
That there is farewell to this cold golden hell
They can leave far behind

Let me go where they go
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

At the end of the day
In a bar, with sailors I stand
And I talk about girls, about love
A glass in my hand

Then in my dreams, I can travel at seas
On a float, southern-bound
There I can hold all the magic in gold
Of the love I have found