The sailor sails to be free
From the shackles of soil he slips
For the land cannot love like the sea.
Whether steady or calm waters be
A man trusts the salt and the ship
The sailor sails to be free.
For good wind and strong tide he makes plea
Cruel mistress and her iceberg grip
But the land cannot love like the sea.
Wooden padlock and watery key
Dreams of home the horizon eclipse
The sailor sails to be free
Blue surface shimmers seductively
She leaves her salt on his lips
For the land cannot love like the sea.
Unshakeable lust has burdened he
Who reached out with tanned fingertips
The sailor wishes to be free
But nothing can love like the sea.
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