LETTERS FROM THE ATLANTIC

Oh, sailor dearest, come on home
Won’t you stay with me for another year?
The beer is cold and the bed is warm
I’m hoping you’ll walk through my door
Nights here get lonely
I love you, but you love the sea
And it’s kept you from me

Oh, wife my dearest, I know you’re home,
What’s been keeping you there for another year?
The seas are cold and the sun is warm
I’m hoping you’ll leave the shore.
Life’s been weighing you down,
heavy hearted to the ground
Why not sail with me?

Heave and Ho!
Our ship is ready to go
And we’ll sail away from here
Don’t cry; it’s alright
Our wings were made to fly
And we’ll sail away, my dear

Oh, sailor dearest, I can’t come aboard
My fear, it spreads from starboard to port
I’d rather live quietly, right here beneath the trees
With my roots planted deep

Oh, wife my dearest, I love you so,
But a man like me was made to explore
Grab a bag full of hope, look for sails made of tope
We’ll leave the dock and be free

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