This is me mug-slammin' pub sing-along. And I have no idea why that one line keeps getting huge, lol. I've copied and pasted from the original over and over, even deleted it and re-typed it (shrug).
I need to go back to sea again
I've lingered in port for too long
There's nothing to keep me here any longer
It's time to sing Neptune's song
Well you popped up above my horizon that day
An enticingly lush little port
But your treacherous rocks, bars and currents
are making me cut my stay short
The relief when I first sighted land was intense-
The delights of the shore were alluring
But as always the draw of the land was illusion
Come the tide I’ll be slipping my mooring
Are there no safe harbors in the world left for me?
Each one that I visit brings disaster
To stay far at sea is the only way for me
to have a chance to remain my own master
I need to go back to sea again
I've lingered in port for too long
There's nothing to keep me here any longer
It's time to sing Neptune's song
But as soon as you're out of my sight far astern
The longing will return with a vengeance
Some safe place to anchor and rest my bones
Not to find one has been a life sentence
This old hull's waterlogged, planks and frames going rotten
Long streamers of weed trail behind
There's no place to careen, to patch and to clean
And it's only a matter of time
'Til my masthead dips below the surface,
And I go to meet old Davy Jones
The land's turned its back, and my hope's all gone black
Drifting sand will soon cover my bones but
It's time to go back to sea again
I've lingered in port for too long
There's nothing to keep me here any longer
It's time to sing Neptune's song
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