Keep my words close by thy heart my lover from the sea,
sails that blot the shying sun, white sails that sing the breeze.
Oh! Mighty craft a speck in the shallow of my eye
fading fast beyond the line that separates the sky.
Tossed by waves and lightning squalls in oceans here and past
tethered ropes of seemly length that thread the swaying mast,
lovers wait upon the shores and shed those shallow tears
storms that claimed the men of old and men of youthful years.
Keep my words close by thy heart my lover from the sea
brave the noontime burning sun and sail the midnight breeze.
Fortune the seafarer’s dream sweet treasure in his grasp
bewitched by the falling stars which turn him from his path;
I'll wait for you on the heights, to see you tip the waves;
I'll wait for you till stars grow dim, till the end of days.
Keep my words close by thy heart
my lover from the sea
return to me my lover,
my lover from the sea.
My lover from the Sea... Again my Captain I must tip my peasant's hat to thee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah! Another greatly written and enjoyable read from the Captain! ! ! ! ! Love it!