"i wasn't made for farmland but for bilge water and sails
i long to see such foreign lands and drink exotic ales"
i share this now because i'm finally graduating, and off to sea, so to speak. perhaps you can relate in one way or another, or perhaps not, but hopefully you can enjoy it a bit either way.
the lady and the anchor
oh, i'm going to the sea
for it's been calling out to me
and i'll return as a man and not this boy that i have been
for my soul longs to be free
and on the waters it may be
and i'll be yours if you'll be mine when i am home again
i wasn't made for farmland but for bilge water and sails
i long to see such foreign lands and drink exotic ales
but this shore has held me faster than a thousand earthly jails
but that freighter seems a file for these bars
and while some will scoff and doubt
i tell you soon i will be out
and i'll trade in my old compass for a sextant and the stars
for i'm going to the sea
for it's been calling out to me
and i'll return as a man and not this boy that i have been
for my soul longs to be free
and on the waters it may be
and i'll be yours if you'll be mine when i am home again
i feel it's only fate to wear an anchor on my arm
and a lady on the other to dance to my guitar
but rest assured there's no need for upset or for alarm
for i tell you my intentions still are true
for as we see her pouty lips and watch her saucy swaying hips
the men will dream of maidens past and i will think of you
my darling lover, dear, it breaks my heart to see you cry
but to say i wish i needn't go t'would truly be a lie
for i was meant to sail these seas as sure as birds are meant to fly
and as every bird must leave its nest i too must say goodbye
oh i wish that i could have you, i wish i could somehow
but the truth is that this boy i am, i cannot have you now
but when i return, a sailor, with beard and heavier brow
i pray then that these fickle gods our romance will allow
so i am going to the sea
for it's been calling out to me
and i'll return as a man and not this boy that i have been
for my soul longs to be free
and on the waters it may be
and i'll be yours if you'll be mine when i am home again
yes i'm going to the sea for i'm still longing to be free
these legs were never meant to stay on land
and when i come home to thee
i hope and pray i'll be
a lover and a sailor that is worthy of thy hand
here's to another six month gap til my next entry,
trace.
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