Lost and free our love should be Strength in 'we' are hopes and dreams And if winds blew or when they do On gusts, Iβm ****** to write
A line or two in thought of you
And if it were that words fall short Let them sail toward soulless ports For ships are that, deprived of crew And still I write
A line or two in thought of you
Lost adrift in search of land You are my earth, you are my sand And if we sink as boats will do Then first Iβll write
A line or two in thought of you
If swept away, if drowned or swallowed Itβs here I say press down your sorrows And when they swell as sorrows do Iβve written words but far too few