With the wind at my back and a sail o’er my head
I set course for the wide-open seas
Mind not what’s behind, but what lies up ahead
For my future belongs to the breeze

(chorus)
Come hither, young sailors, and know me by name
For I’m one of a vanishing breed
I’ve rhythm’d my life to the roll of the ocean
I know what it means to be free

When the sea turns as black as the devil’s own heart
And she’s looking to swallow you whole
She’ll toss you and slap you and take you apart
Your courage the first thing to go

And you’ll curse her and swear that you’ll never return
If you ever see dry land again
But a week in the harbor among all the land folk
Will tell you which one is your friend

(chorus)

I’ve circled the globe and I’ve lived more than most
With Fate as my teacher and guide
I’ve wrestled with Death and I’ve wrestled with Boredom
It’s Boredom I cannot abide

Now, some call me childish and some call me foolish
Some call me downright insane
But them that have known me will never forget me
“Adventure” is my proper name

Come hither, young sailors, and know me by name
For I’m one of a vanishing breed
I’ve rhythm’d my life to the roll of the ocean
I know what it means to be free
I’ve rhythm’d my life to the roll of the ocean
I’m a sailor who lives for the sea!

© 2014 Peter C. Marcantel

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Life is an adventure. Whatever your ship may be–sail on!