Sailboats
BROOKE FRASER
We're adrift on a sailboat
My love is the sea
Yours is the horizon
Constant and steady
You set my landlocked heart afloat
Lifted my lonesome sails
The tide is out, the moon is high
We're sailing
Darling your love is healing
It makes the bitter sweet
Warms the winter to spring again
Secures the cold's defeat
We're cutting anchor, casting out
Into the glorious deep
The tide is out, the moon is high
We're sailing
When we've succumbed to decrepitude
Still our love will remain in its youth
The tide is out, the moon is high
We're sailing
We're sailing
We're sailing