Sailboats
Brooke Fraser
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We're adrift on a sailboat
My love is the sea
Yours is the horizon
Constant and steady
You set my limbs locked hard afloat
Lifted my lonesome sails
The tide is out, the moon is high
We're sailing
Darling, your love is healing
And makes the bitter sweet
Warms the winter to spring again
Secures the colds defeat
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We're cutting anchor
Casting out into the glorious deep
The tide is out, the moon is high
We're sailing
When we succumb to decrepitude
Still our love will remain in its youth
The tide is out, the moon is high
We're sailing
We're sailing
We're sailing