Fisherman's Friend

I stand alone on the harbor
I look out on the bay
The wind and rain makes it harder
No one braves the storm today
Distant bells and the gulls cry
(Familiar sound)
My clothes are damp from the spray
The air is cold but my feet are even colder
The boats are where they’re going to stay
I never thought I’d ever worry about the weather
I never used to care
But it becomes too real when it provides the meals
For you and many far away
But there’s always the promise of tomorrow
It’s only light winds on our tail
To sail the seas is such sweet sorrow
Together with all the old familiar smells
In this blissful hell full of fearful joy
The ocean waits for its prey
The night’s a thief and at the end of the day
Steals the light away
I stand alone in the harbor
I still look out on the bay
The wind and rain makes it harder
No one braves the storm today
I can’t see anything, only what’s ahead
And what gets washed up on the shore
There are so many things either left unsaid
Or spoken a million times before
Weigh anchor
I’d rather go sailing round the world