Show me the way to her home
I am tired and I want to go to bed.
I have had a little drink about an hour ago
and it feels like I am dead,
wherever I may roam,
on land or sea or foam
you can always hear me singing the song
show me the way to her home.
Note:
A slightly modified Sailor's song.
He never did find her home as his
ship went under near the rocks of La Jolla.
Note II: This was written for Sherrie.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/san-diego-county/
