She hurried up at first light
the fog danced ‘round her feet
as if clouds would greet the sleepy sea.

At the quay she turned her head
but house and tree were lost
she fears the heavy seas.

On deck she holds the wheel
the captain she’s never seen
but she’s sure each one knows the course.

She sets sails
she steers the course

She sets sails
and steers the course / Stay on course

The ship tamps
but she stands

She sets sails
and steers the course
to strange and distant lands.

She’d be dying to turn back
the winds carry her away
so her shore she’ll see nevermore.

Again she casts the meshes
the catch won’t be enough
to lay in stocks and ease the needs.

She doesn’t mind dark waters
and its’ unknown entities
but she worries ‘bout ripped nets and sails

She’s dreaming of her tree
which ascends defiantly
with his wry arms in the storm

The ship tamps but she stands
her sight goes straight ahead

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