My Sailor

I’m asking for the wind to take my boy
back to the shore,
but nobody can promise he’ll be safe
with me at home;

I fear some day he might jump off
the boat and not return
because he fell in love
with what’s below.

My heart has sailed away
to fight the war between the waves,
and every day I feel more blue
than yesterday,

But my heart belongs at sea,
the bow is pointing where he’s free,
into the deep he calls
“our mother great and sweet”.

My man has raised himself to be a sailor,
following the moon just to unveil her;
Is he sailing to eternity without taking my hand?
Salty tears are falling to the sand.

I dream he sees a woman
made of salt, made of foam,
that’s calling him beneath to take a jump
and sink the boat;

Who dares to sing refusals to the lady of the seas
will get to meet all sorrows while he’s dying as he lives.

My heart has sailed away
to fight his war between the waves,
and with his shield he’s made
a raft and gone astray;

My heart does not belong to me,
neither to freedom or to him;
My heart is kneeling to
our mother great and sweet.

My man has raised himself to be a sailor
following the moon just to unveil her
is he sailing to eternity without taking my hand?
salty tears are falling to the sand…

I was on my knees, my lover,
awaiting a message of hope;
the tides running over my body,
wetting and salting my soul.

But the only voice I seem to hear
comes from the ocean’s foam;
she whispers to me that it’s over,
that my sailor has burnt the boats.

Oh sailor, what have you done to the rain?
You made it fall upon the creeks
to propel forward your lost way.

And what have you done to the birds?
You taught them songs to whistle back home
when no one remembers your name.

Sailor, what has become of the sun?

Now that your back burns red out of shame,
for you can’t bring yourself to look at it set
over unknown waters?

Does the shadow of your own build overwhelm you?
Or do you praise it for how far it got you without seeing light?