Sea Call

Oh come with me, come,
To the beckoning sea!
The cry of the gull
Rings out wild and free.
The breakers and billows
Are calling to me,
And wind in the dunes
Harps a strange melody.

Can you hear the words,
That they're chanting to me?
Of a place that is wild
And reckless and free?
So come away, come,
From the field and the tree.
Hand-in-hand lets us run,
Let us run to the sea.

Comments

  1. Oh. My. Gosh. This will be a song soon. Fo' sho'.

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  2. I thought about you when I wrote this.

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