The Sailor's Dance

Wind in our sails, the swells rise and fall.

St. Elmo’s fire comes at night to call.

Polaris in the distance pointing out our way

The Great Swan to the South of us as if to say,

This way young man, this way to heaven

Carry your heart on your sleeve

The pirates come a callin.
Her name is Romona after the girl
That hath changed all for me
The Caribbean’s sail.
To heaven young lad
To the sky in your ship
There is no greater glory
Than this, a pirates trip.

Peace and Balance,
John