Chasing the Fly

I thought the muse had abandoned me this month but the melody arrived as I walked the North Pembrokeshire coastal path and the theme and the lyric (eventually) followed.

CHASING THE FLY

As I walked home this evening
Saw the swallows returning,
Skimming the hedges
And chasing the fly
The curlews were crying
And I felt the yearning
To be on the ocean
And under the sky

Lifting the edge of the old green tarpaulin
Awake from the wintering
On the dry land
Soon we’ll be hauling her
Down to the jetty
Feeling the rope
In the palm of my hand

Chorus The moon’s in the sky
And the stars are all shining
If we rise before dawn
We’ll catch the wind by its tail
Riding the waves
With the sun on our faces
And the salt on our lips
Yes, we’re setting sail

I never thought
That I’d take to the water
Head for the horizon
To lands never seen
But I took a chance on
A barque I was offered
To settle a debt
And I called her Kathleen

All of my life I’d flirted with danger
Never gone for it
Too scared I suppose
But now that you’re with me
My first mate, my bo’sun
Where we are heading
God only knows

Chorus The moon’s in the sky
And the stars are all shining
If we rise before dawn
We’ll catch the wind by its tail
Rid ing the waves
With the sun on our faces
And the salt on our lips
Yes, we’re setting sail Hugh Blaza © 2023