Return Old Man
Poem By Jayl Morris
Oh dusty and weary old man you be,
Return old man, return to the sea.
I've miles to go to keep my vows,
I can not return to the sea just now.
Return old man, return to me,
For I am your love, I am the sea.
My cross I bear and faith is true,
I can not return to sea nor you.
Return old man, return to we,
Return to your post upon the sea.
The forests are deeper than a single tree,
They I will wander while you whisper to me.
Return old man I pray once more,
Return to the sea beyond the shore.
I've a mine to work for it's silver and gold,
To the sea I'll return with the treasure to hold.
Come swiftly old man, return to the sea,
The waves are churning; roiling for thee.
Fifty acres I've set with the Summer's seed,
To the harvest I must lest they turn to weeds.
Return to the sea for lonely are we,
Return old man to your home on the sea.
I still search for the one promised me,
Find her I will before I return to the sea.
Foolish old man, return to the sea,
For we are the ones promised to thee.