My Boat

It's winter - I'm just sitting in the shed
Collecting dust, getting swallowed by the darkness
The wind howls as the cold slowly creeps in
I still remember last summer
Gliding like a swan through the water
The wind under my Bimini, the river water in my cooling system

The big and bulky ships of the harbour, the rough and tuff water of the lake
But the river is my home - countless laps up and back
Countless people towed
At last it's summer again the best time of the year
So fill me up with petrol and off the pier I'll go