Leewayed – topsail tacked
in tradewinds froth
with scurvied grins
through sun and hail
they’re homeward bound
a seaman’s heart is leatherbound
a book of harbored sins
a seaman’s heart’s an albatross
a tension darkly wound
Hail starboard cliffs with breaking waves
the lighthouse guides them home
through midnight wails
with harbour lights aport!
a sweetheart’s heart is tied with ropes
a sentinel that’s soaked in foam
a sweetheart’s heart is blackbird song
a waiting sadly jailed.
In morn their ship with tattered sails
is moored, it’s hull ashored,
The crows are pecking at the bones
of sailors coming home again.