Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The ships go sailing on

It is down at Bond's dock
where you will stay,
fluently singing with your guitar, father
always swaying with the waves

The songs go this way
against the great weight
as the ships sail in to the current
tomorrow or today

You, their master keeper: Captain of the fine sea

The ships go sailing on

hoorah for you
and hoorah for me.

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