ME HANDSOME STEVEDORE REPRISE (Paul O’Brien)
He lets me comb his hair
As he’s sitting on the chair
And turns to face the shadows on the wall
That’s how they sent him back
With just his gunny sack
And a letter from the king saying “Thanks a lot!”
HE COULDN’T LOVE ME MORE,
LOVE ME MORE, LOVE ME MORE
HE’S ME HANDSOME STEVEDORE
Now I wish that he could walk
I wish that he could talk
I wish that he would take me in his arms
And I’d love to see him smile
Like when we walked for miles
And he smothered me with all his loving charms
HE COULDN’T LOVE …..
Ah how was he to know
When setting out to go
That they’d be turning our whole world upside down
And I hung my head in shame
When they called out all the names
Of the leaders that they murdered here in town
He loves me chestnut head
And he loves me feather bed
And he loves to hear me knocking on the door
He loves to hear me sing
When I’m sitting on the swing
He loves to watch me polishing the floor