Sailing south
Sailing south
When you and I were young, my
love,
When you and I were young,
We had six days and nights,
my love,
Six days and nights we had,
When we were sailing south,
my love,
When we were sailing south.
Our ship was all we needed
then,
Our ship was all our need.
The port that we were sailing
to
That port we did not know,
The port that we were sailing
to
Was just a place to go.
The port that we had left
behind
Was just the past, no more,
Just another port of call
On just another shore.
Our ship was strong and free,
my love,
Our ship was strong and free,
The sails they billowed in
the wind
The masts they were sky high
The sea around, the night
above,
When sailing to the south we
had
Six days and nights of love.
A very nice poem, full of sense for me, with delicious rhythm and rhyme!
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