My Ship
My ship has sailed beyond all grasp;
The tide has taken my salvation.
On the ocean, the ocean, sweet sails, tall mast;
Aboard, merry, fear cast over, cries of elation.
My ship has left me before, and I seek and find;
White wood and purple trim always shine out.
Blue Sea and Sky, forever tease Black Earth's bind;
With canons and white flags it sails without.
My ship has sent a tether for which me to use;
On the Golden Sands, the Blue Sea left it lie.
White wood and purple trim sent a small version loose;
Row on through forever until I catch my ship or die.