Tag: magic, ocean, sailing, sea

and I shall watch the ferry boats, and they’ll get high, on a bluer ocean against tomorrow’s sky. and i will never grow so old again, and i will walk and talk, in gardens all wet with rain…

hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic…

and I shall watch the ferry boats, and they’ll get high, on a bluer ocean against tomorrow’s sky. and i will never grow so old again, and i will walk and talk, in gardens all wet with rain…

hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic…