Cold wind blows, the sea is knowing, The salty spray across the bow,
The charge of the air - electric now.
Crash of wave and growl of thunder,
Beast approaching above and under.Fearful longing, in love’s despair,
A girl with green eyes and dirt-blonde hair.
Prostrate ahead the furious foam,
Her smile the beacon that calls to home.
Steady be heart and bear my load,
And pay this toll to watery road.
You hold my heart this fateful day,
Yet tempest shall not keep me away.
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