Windward Away

Love will come, and love will go, as the seas roll on forever
And lost love has the everlasting flow of a never-ending river
And it’s not an easy reckoning, but sometimes I have the notion
That womankind, and her heart and mind, sails on a restless ocean
A tall ship came from windward away, on a grey Atlantic morning
She showed no lights or colors, in the hour before the dawning
On a full rig run to the rising sun, she reached our starboard quarter
And I’ll ne’er forget the name she bore, she was called The Neptune’s Daughter
Her sails were white as ivory, and her rigging sang like harp-strings
Her spars were black as ebony, and her wheel spun free of lashings
Her cloak of grey was the spindrift spray, as she split the waves asunder
I can see her now as she crossed our bow, as we gazed in silent wonder
Her course was set by destiny, and no helmsman’s hand could change her
We hailed her and we signaled, «you are standing into danger»
But she left us free on the westerly, and I watched her pale sail sinking
And if only I was upon her deck, was all that I was thinking
Love will come, and love will go, as the years roll on forever
Lost love has the everlasting flow of a never-ending river
And it’s not an easy reckoning, but sometimes I have the notion
That womankind, and her heart and mind, is a tall ship on the ocean
That womankind, and her heart and mind, sails on a restless ocean