Dream of the lost sailor

[Raya @ REAL CONSERVATIVES]

The dream of the Lost Sailor

...sailing to "SomeWhenAgo"

We sailed away one ebony night
with nothing to guide us but pale moonlight
through a tundra, north of the valley of then
…on the river they called the 'river of when';
On a boat that was named The Dark Mystery
that never was written in man's history…

We journeyed through time, in a quest of the Lost
as farther we drifted away from the coast
with whispering wind pressing our sail,
without the dreadful fear of the gale;
…'twards a heading called "somewhenago"
shivering in silence as the trade winds would blow

As memory faded like mystical clouds
we leaned to the edge, covered in shrouds
scooping up moonbeams with our cupped hands
drinking to dreams of tropical lands
on the edge of quixotic, exotic horizons
shimmering faraway, like distant mirages...

With our destiny plotted on twinkling stars
we bragged of ladies and thundering wars
and wondered where, in the swirling of time,
the journey would end, and how it would rhyme...
if we wrote of it someday in a song
...when, blithely, remembrance comes trailing along

Mason's Odyssey

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Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more
Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?
And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee

The noble and the brave have departed from your shore
They´ve gone, they've gone to fight the war where the mighty cannons roar
Will they ever again return To see old Ireland free
And hear the small birds singing Around you sweet Tralee

Will I ever see the shamrock, that sprig so fine and grand
Or hear the curlew flying high O'er lowly Banna Strand
As i stand on this foreign shore And think on what might be
Will I ever more return again To see you sweet Tralee

No more I'll see the sunbeams on that precious harvest morn
Or hear our reaper singing in a field of golden corn
There´s a end for every woe and a cure for every pain
But the laughing eye's of my darling girl I never will see again

Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more
Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?
And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee

And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee

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...I must have typed that a thousand times in school.

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Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more
Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?
And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee

The noble and the brave have departed from your shore
They´ve gone, they've gone to fight the war where the mighty cannons roar
Will they ever again return To see old Ireland free
And hear the small birds singing Around you sweet Tralee

Will I ever see the shamrock, that sprig so fine and grand
Or hear the curlew flying high O'er lowly Banna Strand
As i stand on this foreign shore And think on what might be
Will I ever more return again To see you sweet Tralee

No more I'll see the sunbeams on that precious harvest morn
Or hear our reaper singing in a field of golden corn
There´s a end for every woe and a cure for every pain
But the laughing eye's of my darling girl I never will see again

Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more
Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?
And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee

And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee

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