A Crew's Love
Our love's a sailing ship,
Such beauty she holds,
Each man yearns to work for her,
To work for her through night's cold.
We lift her sails,
We scrub her portholes clean,
We wipe her floorboards,
Each man seems so keen.
And yes, our lighthouse shines for her,
And yes, our shores are warm,
We'd take her to the finest ports,
Even a fine port in a storm.
It's the effort the crew put in,
It's the love that they all share,
For the ship that they are devoted to,
To whom they all care.