The Galleon.
The wind is wailing,
The ships go sailing,
In the breeze,
Lies destiny…
The sails are blooming,
The Master booming,
A strong wind blows,
The sailor knows…
The waters heaving,
The wind is seething,
Dreams are dreams,
Though we keep believing…
The bow-line ploughs,
Dark waters now,
What fortune brings,
The sailor sings;
“over a river of tears
I cry to you,
oh my sweet love,
oh, sweet love of mine…
over a sea of stars,
I sail to you,
oh my sweet dove,
oh, sweet dove of mine…”
The wind is wailing,
The ships go sailing,
In the breeze,
Lies destiny…
JP Brown – 15/05/2008.
