I saw it again this evening,
  Black sail in a pale yellow sky
  And just as before in a moment,
  It was gone where the grey gulls fly
    If it should happen again I shall worry
  That only a strange ship could fly
  And my sanity scans the horizon
  In the light of a darkening sky
    That night as I walked in my slumber
  I walked into the sea strand
  And I swam with the moon and her lover
  Until I lost sight of the land
    I swam till the night became morning
  Black sea in the reddening sky
  Found myself on the deck on a rolling ship
  So far where no grey gulls fly
    All around me was silence
  As if mocking my frail human hopes
  And a question mark hung in the canvas
  For the wind that had died in the ropes
    I may have slept for an hour
  I may have slept for a day
  For a woke in a bed of white linen
  And the sky was the colour of clay
    At first just a rustle of canvas
  And the gentlest breath on my face
  But a galloping line of white horses
  Said that soon we were in for a race
    The gentle sigh turned to a howling
  And the grey sky she angered to black
  And my anxious eyes searched the horizon
  With the gathering sea at my back
    Did I see the shade of a sailor
  On the bridge through the wheelhouse pane
  Held fast to the wheel of the rocking ship
  As I squinted my eyes in the rain
    For the ship had turned into the wind
  Against the storm to brace
  And underneath the sailor's hat
  I saw my father's face
    If a prayer today is spoken
  Please offer it for me
  When the bridge to heaven is broken
  And you've lost on the wild wild sea
  Lost on the wild wild sea...