The Ocean's Tale

After William Ross' 'The Skye Boat Song'

Through the mist and seafoam

And tangled seaweed

The ocean is a royal bed.

Soft shall ye sleep

Rocked in the deep

By the soft current swimming by.

His majesty frowns

He draws his trident

The waves thrash and tear the air.

The sea a pair of lungs

Draws a sharp breath

And howls and roars to the moon.

And when the sun wakes up

The ocean shall sleep

And rest his weary head.

And he sleeps with his coral crown beside him

And a pillow of seaweed

And his trident in his hand.