The Sailboat Song
John Hartford
Faint pictures of my childhood lie floundering in your wake
The worries of tomorrow at your bow
Your (?), white balloon
Your main sail proud and tall
To me you are the very soul of now
I'm dizzy on your teak wood deck
My arms around your mast
Insane inside your cabin soft and warm
Then drifting off to sleep
Your fingers loose along my face
In contented disbelief of early morn'
To me you are the moment, the present breath of life
As together we are slicing through the spray
The second buried deep within the mystery of your love
Not shades of things to come or yesterday
Faint pictures of my childhood lie floundering in your wake
The worries of tomorrow at your bow
Your (?), white balloon
Your main sail proud and tall
To me you are the very soul of now