I AM STANDING ON THE SEASHORE
AND BESIDE ME A SHIP RAISES HER WHITE SAILS TO THE MORNING BREEZE
AND SETS OUT ACROSS THE BLUE OCEAN
AND I WATCH HER GROW SMALLER UNTIL SHE DISAPPEARS ON THE HORIZON.
SOMEONE BESIDES ME SAYS 'THERE SHE GOES'
GOES WHERE? GONE FROM MY SIGHT - THAT IS ALL
FOR SHE IS AS LARGE IN THE HULL AND MAST AND SPARS AS EVER SHE WAS WHEN SHE WAS BESIDE ME
AND AT THE MOMENT SOMEONE SAYS 'THERE SHE GOES' THERE ARE OTHERS WHO WATCH FOR HER COMING AND SAY
'HERE SHE COMES, ALL IS WELL'
AND BESIDE ME A SHIP RAISES HER WHITE SAILS TO THE MORNING BREEZE
AND SETS OUT ACROSS THE BLUE OCEAN
AND I WATCH HER GROW SMALLER UNTIL SHE DISAPPEARS ON THE HORIZON.
SOMEONE BESIDES ME SAYS 'THERE SHE GOES'
GOES WHERE? GONE FROM MY SIGHT - THAT IS ALL
FOR SHE IS AS LARGE IN THE HULL AND MAST AND SPARS AS EVER SHE WAS WHEN SHE WAS BESIDE ME
AND AT THE MOMENT SOMEONE SAYS 'THERE SHE GOES' THERE ARE OTHERS WHO WATCH FOR HER COMING AND SAY
'HERE SHE COMES, ALL IS WELL'
AND THAT IS DYING
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WRITTEN BY A BISHOP IN THE PHILLIPINES IN THE 1920's
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