An Old Sailor
I went to the sea for my country
My family was left behind
Many times the sky turned grey
If my country ever needs me
The heartache I felt
~Author, Mary Applegate~
I left behind my native shore
For months I saw no land
They call me "An Old Sailor".
No wife, child or parent did I see
Only the blue water around me
They call me "An Old Sailor".
Rain would fall - thunder would roar
To the skin I would be soaked
They call me "An Old Sailor".
To the small bunk I would go
Surrounded by that old grey ship
They call me "An Old Sailor".
The lonliness I went through
Would I do it again - Yes
They call me "An Old Sailor".
