The old sailor:

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The old sailor:


A sailor lay dying in an old sailors home
no family around him as they had long gone
and he cast his mind back to the days he had seen
and tried to remember the places he'd been

From the cold northern seas
to the South Seas so warm
and the sea there like glass
and the beauty of dawn

He remembered the tramp ships that went for so long
and the islands so green and filled with birdsong
of shipmates some good
and shipmates some bad
and all of the wonderful times that he’d had

Of loves that were gone and promises made
to be lost like a breeze in a southerly trade
he heard a voice whisper
I think that he’s gone
but he knew in his mind that his memories live on

For the pull of the sea will never let go
and the old sailor sighed and just went with the flow

By Cappy