Salad Days

The sail is full the sheets are tight
Now heel 'er out with all your might
Unfettered wake and unfurled glee
Buried deep and now set free

Yaya yahaha, yaya yahaha

A starboard gust can wake within
To lose the static, lose the din
Hiked out reeling in the rush
All caught up in the siren's song of salad days

Yaya yahaha, yaya yahaha

The glassy face and ice cold arms
Still hold you fast in all their charms
The caps collide right off your bow
With crests still breaking to slap you down

To the waiting dreams of the seaweed's might
Through the amber glow of distorted sight
Its rippled laugh will grab the keel
Help right you up help keep you real

Yaya yahaha, yaya yahaha

Now dandle your daughter to the sailor's tune
'Til the morning's breath cuts through the moon
Cast your eyes through the wall of sea
It'll work for you as it worked for me

Yaya yahaha, yaya yahaha



Credits
Writer(s): Erik Pearson
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