‘Twas once in my youth, when moonlight was fading.
And with the dawn, a traveller moved on
For his home was not here.
But where the wind was waiting.
His home it is across the wide sea.
He came to our harbor, a sailor and spirit
For rest and reflection--
He wouldn’t stay long.
He followed the wind and where it had lead him
Far across the wide sea.
He’d been many places
And wandered with pilgrim’s feet
Offering wisdom he gave for free
His home, it is across the mountains and ages
And he went across the wide sea.
He’d come as a song, too brief was our friendship
His sojourn restored him,
His ship moved on.
I think of him when the ships are leaving.
And I hope he is well on the sea.
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