The sailor moves her lips into the mist And as it creeps up him, he is kissed A witch taught me that trick in Port-au-Prince She breathed out thick fog in a sort of trance If I can't kiss him, something else will, Something else will If I can't touch him, something else will, Something else will Come to me, oh, my beautiful The sailor dips her toes into the sea As it flows around his feet, it is me I knew a witch do that in Port of Spane Her blue cat poured around my ankel chain If I can't kiss him, something else will, Something else will If I can't touch him, something else will, Something else will Come to me, oh, my beautiful The sailor casts her net into the sky And when It showers him, it is I A witch wove it from the hair of a maid It fades in sunlight and glows in the shade If I can't kiss him, something else will, Something else will If I can't touch him, something else will Something else will Come to me, oh, my beautiful