Julie, Julie

When the north wind sweeps across the bridge
Oh Julie, Julie, Julie
When life on board feels like a prison
Oh Julie, Julie, Julie
I see on the dock the morning of departure
Oh Julie, Julie, Julie
Your handkerchief disappears as we pass the lighthouse
Oh Julie, Julie, Julie

Will you wait for me?
Will you be there?
Oh, do you still think of me?
Tell me, do you still think of me?
Oh, do you still think of me?

A plane sometimes drops us some mail
Oh Julie, Julie, Julie
But it’s been six months since you forgot me
Oh Julie, Julie, Julie
They say the hold is far from being full
Oh Julie, Julie, Julie
To finish the job, it’ll take weeks
Oh Julie, Julie, Julie

Will you wait for me?
Will you be there?
Tell me, do you still think of me?
Oh, do you still think of me?
Tell me, do you still think of me?
Oh, do you still think of me?