By Sam Hunt Submitted by Edmundo Daudi Date: 2011 Mar 21 Comment on this Work [[2011.03.21.22.47.19663]] |
Although together we Drift the bay's slow pull Of tides and know this sea Behind the island will Never drag us away, And drifting lift not one White sail to trap the day Nor catch the sun, The ethnic of my love For you remains that I Am a lone sailer of The night; captain of my White ship: and though you be A good day's mate, your fight's Too weak to ride with me These wild black nights. So lie please in the peace of Your anchored sleep, and do Not cry for help, my love, As if I'm drowning you, But lie on without fright When I raise my sail An ride out on the night On my white ship |