Stephen Robertson

Slanting Lines

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Run all the sails up the mast

      Way-hay, blow us away

But we are bound for nowhere fast

      Give me some wind to blow us away

No wind! we wallow in the swell

      Way-hay, blow us away

The sails clatter as we roll

      Give me some wind to blow us away

Horizon’s clear from end to end

      Way-hay, blow us away

No hope of whistling up a wind

      Give me some wind to blow us away

Adrift the middle of the sea

      Way-hay, blow us away

And there is nothing here for me

      Give me some wind to blow us away

Just feel the breathless sun beat down

      Way-hay, blow us away

And seek out any shade we can

      Give me some wind to blow us away

Now sluice the decks to cool the wood

      Way-hay, blow us away

And pour a bucket on my head

      Give me some wind to blow us away

Perhaps tomorrow there’ll be wind

      Way-hay, blow us away

And we can some direction find

      Give me some wind to blow us away