The Minstrel

There's a love in my life Neither mistress nor wife And she waits for me every morning by the sea Where the fishing hawk wheels And the sun warms the seals There she lays at her silent anchorage for me She is fine, she is fleet She will run, reach, or beat With a song in her rigging and her sails And when day is done We will lay to as one And sleep 'neath the rolling rhythm of the stars And we sail away Off to Jericho Bay Where the blue of the sea meets the sky And the songs that she sings me It brings me such peace When the seas rise up angry and high She's a friend of mine The minstrel There are loons off to port And the porpoises sport In her wake as she breaks the rolling main And with the wind in her sails We will run with the whales As they swim through their dark diminishing domain And we sail away Off to Jericho Bay Where the blue of the sea meets the sky And the songs that she sings me It brings me such peace When the seas rise up angry and high She's a friend of mine The minstrel