A warm summer night for a little sail
Watching golden sunsets awash in red
A lonely gull lights on the starboard rail
With gentle curiosity wings still spread

Whitecaps rolling a wake rippled with foam
Steady while our bow cuts across the waves
Tacking now we turn abreast pressing home
One final reach let's hope the wind behaves

My father's hand holds steady the tiller
I watch smoke rising off his Billiard pipe
Coming into the wind was a thriller
Grabbing the mooring line on the first swipe

Now many of a'summers come and gone
Many restless winds to keep an eye on