The Call of the Sea.

                        

He has swallowed the anchor so obviously

And he’s now afraid to return to the sea.

For forty odd years he had sailed from the shore,

Now he stands there forlorn - a sailor no more.

Whilst he was unwed and with no one to grieve,

He sailed round the Horn - not a bye or a leave,

But now with sweet Jenny and child in the cove,

No more will he wander away from their love.

He was but a lad when he first sailed at ten,

To far distant places, again and again,

He had seen far off China, the Americas,

By the time he was twenty, he saw all there was.

But the fight between loves, is so hard to bear,

The call of the waves, or the waves of her hair,

So although he is pining for his lost love, the sea,

He’ll stay with his true loves, his child and Jenny.

Though the call of the sea, is a call to the heart,

The call of a true love can tear it apart,

Like sails in a storm, all tattered and torn,

Love leaves you as naked as the day you were born.

So all you wild rovers, who sail on the main,

Will soon find a new love, who’ll drive you insane,

You’ll walk off your Clipper, one of these fine days,

You’ll see her, and win her, and then change your ways.

---------Mike--------------