Three

If I could give you three things

I would give you these

Song and laughter and a wooden boat

In the shining sea.

 

When you see old Isle au Haut

Rising in the dawn

You will play in yellow fields

In the morning sun

 

Sleep where the wind is warm

And the moon is high

Give sadness to the stars

Sorrow to the sky.

 

Do you hear what the sails are saying

In the wind's dark song

Give sadness to the wind

Blown a lee and gone.

 

Sleep now the moon is high

And the wind blows cold

For you are sad and young

And the sea is old.

 

--Gordon Bok

 

I look to the sea,

Reflections in the waves spark my memory,

Some happy, some sad,

I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had,

We lived happily forever, so the story goes,

But somehow we missed out on the pot of gold

But we'll try best that we can to carry on

 

--Styx. Come Sail Away

Done