Written for my love, my wife, my life, Connie thirty five years ago.She was sixteen

GOLDEN SHIP

There is a golden ship with silver in her sails
and a monogram upon her bow
In letters big and proud they call her,
LOVE

Now every man has his own golden ship
some where out in the yonder blue,
and I know that I found mine
the day, I found you

And when you whisper in my ear
"I love you darling dear"
her silver sails unfurl
to the winds of ecstasy






Then through the stormy nights of trouble and strife
we will watch her sail ,
back, to her base ,
upon the sea, of tranquility .

So take my hand ,
girl and walk with me,
through life's ever changing sand,
and we will watch her sail
forever and ever more.

Yes girl ! there is a golden ship
with silver in her sails
and a monogram upon her bow
in letters big and loud they call her,
LOVE

the Mountainman


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