There's an old grey-bearded captain
Standing on the bridge
Wearing his uniform with a sailor's heart
Down by the water's edge
The captain cannot hear but calling
He's prepared for deeper signs in failing
Cannot hear a small boy calling
Take me with you
Take me out to sea
There's a young man of a family car
Waiting at the lights
There's a copper ship in Frisco Bay
It shades in the light
He feels the harbor and the heat
Man thousand drifting feet
Well out here on the city street
He's a sailor
With one foot on the sea
No one shows
Where the wind goes
Shining across the waves
Who shall ever be safe from the sea
And the legacy the sailor leaves
A history of salted sea
No one shows the stars inside a sailor
And no one knows the sea's wedge like me
No boy has lost a sailing yacht
In a river of golden sea
The wind off Algeciras boy
Is every sailing dream
He does not hear the white motors
Only hears the breeze states
The same sailing sailor boy
Come with me
Come away to sea
Where the wind is the sea