The Men of the Sea
When I was a young boy I
dreamed of the sea,
Of sailing the ocean, the wind blowing free.
The crest of the white wave,
The sails hoisted high.
I can still taste the saltwater tears in my eye,
As I remember the men of the sea.
Wish I was a sailor and
sailed on the sea.
But fears keep me land-fast and soon I will be
Back home by my fireside,
With family and kin.
My heart might be sailing but deep down within,
I remember the men of the sea
Setting their course by the
stars in the sky,
Pointing the bowsprit to lea.
Riding the waves with their sails hoisted high,
Remember the men of the sea.
They sail o’er the
waves as the tide takes them seaward,
The wind fills the sails as they ride on the swell.
No weather can halt them,
Their course is set fast,
The ropes take the strain as they pull on the mast,
So remember the men of the sea
As the storm rages high and
it batters the hull,
Between waves of sheets I will be.
The sailors on deck at the rigging they pull,
So remember the men of the sea
Now I think of the sea and I
think of the strand,
Of deck chairs, sand castles and wild golden sand
But out on the ocean,
Is where I long to be,
The song of waves is still calling to me,
Remember the men of the sea where
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