Calling Old Salt

I must head out to the sea again,

The call is loud and clear,

Like a tremendous tidal wave it sounds, Crashing where the reef is near.

I must head out to the open sea

To escape the coming storm.

Away out there in the salty air,

I’m alone and my cares are gone.

I must head out to the sea again

Where Cod and I hold hands;

There’s life and Prayer, I find it there

I’m a different kind of Man.

I must head out to the sea again, like the Schooner Captain's of old.

To test my sails in the powerful gales, That only a skilled seaman knows.

I must head out to the sea once more, It’s calling Old Salt from my door.

The time has come to head into the setting sun, And anchor on the other shore.

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