Lyrics WHEN THE SHIP IS THINKING - Bonaparte

WHEN THE SHIP IS THINKING

WE ARE FEVERED WITH THE SUNSET
WE ARE FRETFUL WTH THE BAY
FOR THE WANDER-THIRST IS ON US
AND OUR SOULS ARE IN CATHAY
THERE´S A SCHOONER IN THE OFFING
WITH HER TOPSAILS SHOT WITH FIRE
AND OUR HEARTS HAVE GONE ABOARD HER
FOR THE ISLAND OF DESIRE.
WE MUST FORTH AGAIN TOMORROW
WITH THE SUNSET WE MUST BE
HULL DOWN ON THE TRAIL OF RAPTURE
IN THE WONDER OF THE SEA
AND WHEN THE SHIP IS SINKING
WE´LL BE SIPPING CUPS OF TEA
(Dank an Monsieur Pêcheur für den Text)