Laura Coughlin Posted April 12, 2011 Share Posted April 12, 2011 The cold, dark waves splash hard On the rock teeth of the shore. The cold, harsh tide rolls in And the wind blows cold like before. Over the graves of sailors, the Harsh ocean's mouth's white foam Reaches with cold, foamy fingers Reaching towards harbor-town homes. The song of the sea sings sweetly Below- luring the young lads so brave Out to the cruel wide ocean- Out onto the hungry, cold waves. Away from the home of his father Away from his mother's warm arms Away from the home he grew up in To a strange world of danger and harm. The boy now dreams often of England and home And of his pretty young lass But the sky grows dark and the wind picks up And he hopes that the storm will soon pass. For the sun rose crimson that morning And the sea glowed a blood red. But they sail steadily on towards the New World Just as the captain had said. The wind mounts, the waves they reach up - Pulling the ship's bow down. Next morning a fishing boat out on the sea Finds the bodies of many who drowned. And a letter - half written- to a young English lass From her sailor lad out on the sea. "Darling, I'm coming home to you- Darling, please wait for me." "For the sea no longer calls me- My search for adventure is o'er. I want to come home and to love you- To return to England's fair shore." The fisherman reads teh letter A tear forms in his grey eye For the couple by death separated And for the others who died. Somewhere at home a dear mother And father wait for their son. He said he was coming home shortly, His sailing adventuring done. Somewhere in England a maiden Weeps silently all alone For the sailor she loved so dearly- The sailor who never came home. He promised to love and to hold her In many short letters she read- He promised her happiness plenty- The two were soon to be wed. The sea now sings softly to the maiden at night Calling her to come down below- Telling her tales of a brave young man - A sailor they both used to know. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jas. Hook Posted April 12, 2011 Share Posted April 12, 2011 Laura - Very good! Jas. Hook "Born on an island, live on an island... the sea has always been in my blood." Jas. Hook "You can't direct the wind . . . but . . . you can adjust the sails." "Don't eat the chickens with writing on their beaks." Governor Sawney Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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