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| My father, Edgar Morrissey, mid-1930s |
I sailed an ocean, unsettled oceanThrough restful waters and deep commotionOften frightened, unenlightenedSail on, sail on sailor
I wrest the waters, fight Neptune's watersSail through the sorrows of life's maraudersUnrepenting, often emptySail on, sail on sailor
Caught like a sewer rat alone but I sailBought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail
Seldom stumble, never crumbleTry to tumble, life's a rumbleFeel the stinging I've been givenNever ending, unrelentingHeartbreak searing, always fearingNever caring, perseveringSail on, sail on, sailor
I work the seaways, the gale-swept seawaysPast shipwrecked daughters of wicked watersUninspired, drenched and tiredWail on, wail on, sailor
Always needing, even bleedingNever feeding all my feelingsDamn the thunder, must I blunderThere's no wonder all I'm underStop the crying and the lyingAnd the sighing and my dying
Sail on, sail on sailorSail on, sail on sailorSail on, sail on sailorSail on, sail on sailorSail on, sail on sailorSail on, sail on sailorSail on, sail on sailor
Note: Although a popular Beach Boys' song this was written by Jack Rieley and Ray Kennedy. It was performed on a programme celebrating the Beach Boys at the Grammys. Great show!
