The salt, salt sea, she sings to me under a blanket
of stars,
And here I be upon that sea, and dream of the warmth of your arms.
And many a man has tried his own hand out on the ocean deep,
And some might say they've lost their way following
calls from the sea.
For she rages and storms like a woman scorned, and
then she's at peace again.
Oh, it's some sort of madness to steer away sadness
by sailing out into that wind.
Yes, it's true, I surely miss you while I'm tossed
'round about by these waves,
So I look towards home and hope that you know I'm coming back and this time I'll
stay.

(c) 2014