A seaman needs to love the sea
The wind, the force, the powers that be
His life depends on all of this
Like waves that crest and crash and miss.
But who will take their life in hand
Upon an ocean free of land
The sailor deals with faith a lot
For without luck what has he got ?
The moon, the stars, the tidal drift
These are his tools that are God’s gift
They comfort him across the main
And carry him back home again !
