And when we finally reach the shore, And when the sails are furled, And when the boat’s at rest again And earth is part of our world. And when the bottom’s scrubbed and clean, And when the paint is new, And everything’s fresh water seen And bathed in morning dew. Will you remember the endless swell, The sting of the salt sea sprays? Will you remember the singing wind, Those forever lazy days? Will you remember the birds that flew In that perfect summer sky? And the little fishing boat we met, Rusty, but proud and dry? Will you remember our brave little boat As she drove forever west? Will you remember the songs we sang And all the thoughts we expressed? For if these visions stay in your mind And do not fade away, The call of the sea will be in your blood Until your dying day. Shane Acton
(Mid-Pacific
