by Frank Schnittger
Fri Mar 6th, 2009 at 06:50:03 AM EST
I. The placid waters of my sea
lapping gently on the rocks
makes me think of you:
'gently sailing, wind perturbed
surfing o'er the sea;'
makes me think of you.
II. Times and tides and other places
rocks and 'sides on other seas
time comes tapping on our faces
tells us patiently:
'Frowns and sweats and fearful passes
will but rock the sea
you can't touch me
you can't touch me
without shaking all that's you
but peace comes dropping slow to those
that break their mutiny'.
III. You who came with city gleam
eyes with lights and hair that seemed
untouched by mighty winds that might
be found in air that might be free;
see you when the lights go out
see you sweating by the sea
see you panting, parting sweat
seeming going to certain death
see you when the sea rides you
brings you up and finds you free.
IV. Good morning and good-bye said she
and now that morning's gone and she
is never far from by my side
perhaps you see me
perhaps you see me
perhaps you see the hill of Howth?
Then you see me
and you free me
by the gulls that top the sea.
Then perhaps we'll be together
you'll remember the crested gull
well here I am with you again!
