It's the old, old story,
warm wind on the night ferry,
a glass and a dark song,
let this be the one.
The path rising to meet me,
the wind always behind me,
a stroll and a dander
at the shining sea's edge
And it's over, it's over,
over the water and over,
the life I once knew
and the life I have left.
Raft of Desires © Maura Dooley
