There is a boat upon the water
it gently rocks upon the swell,
a special boat because it brought her
to the safety of my heart,
though there is none that I can tell,
of the pain when love departs.
I stand upon the waters edge
skimming stones across the surface,
feeling that I broke my pledge
to shield her from life’s constant grief,
though in my arms her heart I place,
in hope it may find some relief.
As I stand and watch the ocean,
I watch the tears fall from the sky,
and in a fit of pure devotion
I cast myself into the sea,
and there I lay till all is dry,
and the water turns to sand with me.
There is a boat; oh lovely boat
that sails the rivers of our hearts,
through stormy skies it stays afloat
and drifts into the long goodnight,
I love you dear, and when day parts
we’ll sail beneath the moonlight bright.
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