The Moorings

Oh my darling my dear I have reason to fear
That you know not the man you're adoring
From the dark salty sea I found refuge in thee
But I'm soon to be loosening my moorings

And I'll hold on hope when I let you go
Though you loved me well, I set out alone
And I will trust these winds
That they will not fail
Open up my heart
Let it be my sail

And I pray when I'm gone
You don't feel I done you wrong
But if so I will seek my repentance
A convicted fool I am chained to the pen in my hand
And my darling I must serve this sentence

For the day it will come when my traveling is done
And I'll search for a light on the shoreline
Though I know your harbor slips hold vessels worthier than this
If there's room would you cast to me your line