An actual sea shanty
, which is mildly surprising because its much more gentle and lyrical than most of its ilk
. A truly lovely melody
with a beautiful second stanza
and haunting ending, I would gladly either post a copy of it somewhere or sing it to anyone who calls me
Gone are the days when I would go traveling
Over the sea as a sailor.
Seeking the breeze my dreams went unraveling
Far from the memories on the shore.
My song of the sea you bring me a melody
Of faces and voices that call me;
I find myself yearning for the sea,
Chasing the morning and wandering free.
Come and sail on the morning and follow a star;
Tomorrow is calling and I must be gone.
For we must be sailing to know where we are;
We are ships on the sea and must keep moving on.
I find myself yearning for places I used to be,
Chasing the morning and missing the land.
There’s no home,
for the sailor,
On the sea or the sand.