Telling me he’d be home
Sailed the seas for a hundred years
Leaving me all alone
And I’ve been dead for twenty years
I’ve been washing the sand with my ghostly tears
Searching the shores for my Jackie-oh
I remember the day the young man came
Said, “your Jackie’s gone, he got lost in the rain”
And I ran to the beach
And laid me down
“You’re all wrong”, I said
And they stared at the sand
“That man knows that sea like the back of his hand
He’ll be back some time
laughing at you”
And I’ve been waiting all this time
For my man to come, take his hand in mine
And lead me away
To unseen shores
I’ve been washing the sand with my salted tears
Searching the shore these long years
And I’ll walk the sea forever more
Till I find my Jackie oh
Till I find my Jackie oh
Till I find my Jackie oh
Jackie oh
Jackie oh
Jackie oh