Post by 'Raven' Sparrow on Aug 9, 2003 9:08:24 GMT -5
Once More:
I must return to the sea again, to the salt air and the sky,
And all that I ask for is a tall masted ship, and a star to steer her by.
I must set sail on the sea again, through both the calm days and the storms,
To see the raging waves on the breakers, and the sun streaked morns.
I must go down to the sea again, to hear once again,
The fast turning tide, and the white gulls singing, to the unwary likes of men.
I must to return to the sea again, to watch the waters churning,
To feel again the salt spray flying, and the sea stones burning.
I must return to the sea again, to the freedom that I long left behind,
I yearn for the old ship's creaking, and I long for the oceans deep mind.
Through all my distant travels, and all my wondering thoughts,
My weary heart has come to rest, in a place that can not be bought.
I stand upon the seas once more, and gaze at the distant spray,
And I smile as the sharp sea wind carries my soul away.
I must return to the sea again, to the salt air and the sky,
And all that I ask for is a tall masted ship, and a star to steer her by.
I must set sail on the sea again, through both the calm days and the storms,
To see the raging waves on the breakers, and the sun streaked morns.
I must go down to the sea again, to hear once again,
The fast turning tide, and the white gulls singing, to the unwary likes of men.
I must to return to the sea again, to watch the waters churning,
To feel again the salt spray flying, and the sea stones burning.
I must return to the sea again, to the freedom that I long left behind,
I yearn for the old ship's creaking, and I long for the oceans deep mind.
Through all my distant travels, and all my wondering thoughts,
My weary heart has come to rest, in a place that can not be bought.
I stand upon the seas once more, and gaze at the distant spray,
And I smile as the sharp sea wind carries my soul away.
