Sun's rising, harvest is waiting
he dreams of being a sailor
down to the shore at break of day
sure it's no life for a farmer's boy

Such a small boy to have such a fine dream
he sees a ship in the harbor
"When I am grown I shall own it,
good my ship and there I shall live"

New harvest turns bright in the sun
gold like waves in the harbor
"My ship it will be the Dardis
and my harvest be what the sea gives,

And I'll grow long on the sea,
and I'll grow brown in the sun,
and I'll die when my time on Earth is done"

© 1986 Adrienne Jones