The Sailor, by lance
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I sail my boat through sea after sea
so many wonders of wonders ive seen
nantucket is my native home
seems its years since i've been gone
a sailor am i like my father before
never afraid to weather the storm
the sea is lonely so many still say
to honor my father i make my own way
sails and wind are my only friends
i will see this journey to its end
a bounty catch i will bring home to thee
a bountyful wonder your eyes to see
i'm just a man who shall sail so free
i have the spirit of my father in me
brave and strong i'm ever so proud
to stand on the mantle laid in a shroud
sail on they say sail on
come back to us safe and free.....someday |
Posted: 2011-12-03 22:31:48 UTC |
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