Sailing on sweet saline
following the ocean road;
paved with wind and waves
colliding beneath my boat
And the sky above reflected
upon the mirror sea,
looks as though I\'m in the clouds,
cloud nine, it may seem.
The shore beyond so friendly, amiable to a fault
it beckons and it pleads, but my anchor has been lost
and the oars reduced to branches, their hands won\'t take the water
it must be acknowledged then, the Blue\'ll make me a martyr
Yet the sadness of the mass of brine
is not so there as you\'d think;
the ocean blue like a siren on cue
has taken many like me-
sailors venturing waters great
the curious seduced by the sea!
The ocean\'ll drink our colors,
but the colors we have seen!