Ode to Breezemarine (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Morning hangs on the harbor rim

Silver lines on the quiet bay

Painted hulls in a patient row

Waiting softly for the day

Hands that mend every weary seam

Salt and sun in a humble grin

Every rope

Every worn brass ring

Polished bright from deep within

Chorus

Breezemarine

Carry me home

Over the tide

Through the foam

Where the gulls trace circles in the sky

Breezemarine

Steady and true

Every voyage starts with you

In your care these wandering hearts can fly

Verse 2

Old men talk of the storms they knew

Names and nights that the charts forgot

You just listen

Then set to work

Quiet faith in each patient knot

Rain may rise and the swells may turn

Still you stand by the pier-side rail

There is calm in your careful hands

There is courage in each sail

Chorus

Breezemarine

Carry me home

Over the tide

Through the foam

Where the gulls trace circles in the sky

Breezemarine

Steady and true

Every voyage starts with you

In your care these wandering hearts can fly