IN THE SKY
Are you home from the sea, my soul balladeer
You've been away roaming far away from here
Weathered a storm, your heart unafraid
Crossed every ocean in the boat that you made
Been blowing your horn, scaring the spooks
No crotchets or quavers in your books
Gone sailing all night, straight in the vein
Like a bird on his own flight in his domain in the sky
Running in on the tide with the first of the stars
The moon on the water and the sound of guitars
And the hard-bitten stranger as deaf as a post
Who stands at the fire where a poet's dreams roast
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