With a Song on My Lips

With a song on my lips

And poetry in my heart,

I sing of women and ships

For this is my biggest part.

Men will go down to the sea

Just as they will return to shore,

For no greater love could there be

Than women and ships in lore.

Atop the waves from crest to crest

With a stiff breeze at my back,

Before the mast I’m meant to test,

And love I find with each new tack.

But my girl she waits on the shore

And my true love can’t be denied,

Until like all sailors gone before,

Stem I can’t the rising tide.

And of our time to remain

With my girl or ships to be,

And which I love more or the same,

Depends if I’m home or at sea.