Balmy breeze, sobbing low on the seas,
under lonely, starlit skies,
Sing, sing, and with you bring
the wild, white sea-gull's cries;
Breathe your magic, like a mist,
cast your Spell, that none can resist,
Onward the Galleon flies;
Mermaids are singing, Mermaidens echo
your sighs.
Icy spray, sticking stars to the ship,
with her weary, work-worn crew,
Fly, fly, and fill the sky
with drops of silver dew;
Set the sails of salty foam,
tell the tales and dreams of home,
Away from a world of blue;
Church Bells are ringing, Sailors are singing
of home.
by
Shirley Frances Winskill 1985
