Did it start with a long summer day?
On waters blue and wide,
A voyage long with none alongside
But gulls that often cry.
Billowed sails catch no more, nay
Nor the shimmering waters’ ride
All too long, an eternal wait
A sailor far from his bay.
But then came the day, with it the dame
To deck the deck to life,
Fill the air with sounds of mirth
A new significance for eternal came
For there ought to be no sorrow nor strife
But joyous new life’s birth.