Look ahead, look astern Look the weather in the lee Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we I see a raft to the windward And more people there float free A-sailing down along the coasts of high-rising sea "Oh are you of our tribe Or hill people?" cried we Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we "Oh no, we're not hill people But we're from your tribe!" Cried he A-sailing down along the coasts of high-rising sea "So push into the current! We'll throw our rope to you! And you can come and join us! And we'll get you safely through!" "We'll push into the current, And catch your rope from you! And we will join with your raft, And we'll all get safely through!" For broadside, for broadside The rope flew straight and true Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we Until at last we hauled them close And joined them with our crew A-sailing down along the coasts of high-rising sea Through currents and debris We rode the waters wide Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we We must do all we can To escape from the rising tide... "Our plan, what is our plan? Can we get across the plain?" "No, we're already cut off It'll only be in vain!" There's nowhere left to run now, Of that there is no doubt Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we So get ready for the long haul, 'Cause we're going to ride it out! Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we!
Posted on 2013-07-26 04:33 by yappobiscuits.
How many coasts must a band drift down, Before we see them on land? How many seas must a wide raft sail, Before it beaches on sand? How many flags can a sand castle fly, And still leave us some place to stand? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Posted on 2013-07-26 04:39 by jjjdavidson.