Island Moon
Traditional from Scotland. More specifically from the Hebrides Islands IIRC.
This is one of my favorites.
Tonight, there is a restlessness in the wind
There's a small rain, that has salt in it from the sea.
And the white breakers, wander in the dark.
Low down, in the west, a waning moon calls to the sea,
Sweeping back the flood, from the black points of land.
Perhaps the moon, she's smiling for you in the far country.
But the skies there, they're not island skies.
You will not remember, the salt smell of the sea.
Or the little rain.
Cheers,
Ben
I have come to believe that idealism without discipline is a quick road to disaster, while discipline without idealism is pointless. -- Aaron Ward (my brother)