Ali was a sailor's son Joined the merchant fleet at twenty-one Dreams of ports in distant lands A bag of figs and some low-grade heroin As the years rolled by at sea Ali thought about his destiny Tired of the sailor's life Ali thought he'd find himself a wife Lisbon, Guangzhou, Taipei, Bandung, Naples, Brunei, Capetown, Shanghai, Bangkok, Pusan, Dublin, Luzon, Lima, Dakar, Cypress, Malta Sometimes things aren't what they seem Late one night our sailor had a dream A queen of Indonesian lore A voice he'd loved a thousand years or more Lisbon, Guangzhou, Taipei, Bandung... When the typhoon struck at dawn Ali had his finest civvies on All the crew were cramped below And with a smile into the sea he dove