I saw it again this evening,   Black sail in a pale yellow sky   And just as before in a moment,   It was gone where the grey gulls fly   If it happens again I shall worry   That only a strange ship could fly   And my sanity scans the horizon   In the light of the darkening sky.      That night, as I walked in my slumber   I waded into the sea strand   And I swam with the moon and her lover   Until I lost sight of the land   I swam till the night became morning   Black sail in a reddening sky   Found myself on the deck of a rolling ship   So far where no grey gulls fly   All around me was silence   As if mocking my frail human hopes   And a question mark hung in the canvas      For the wind that had died in the ropes   I may have slept for an hour   I may have slept for a day   For I woke in a bed of white linen   And the sky was the colour of clay.      At first, just a rustle of canvas   And the gentlest breath on my face   But a galloping line of white horses   Said that soon we were in for a race   And the gentle sigh turned to a howling   And the grey sky, she angered to black   And my anxious eyes searched the horizon   With the gathering sea at my back      Did I see the shade of a sailor   On the bridge, through the wheel-house pane   Held fast to the wheel of the rocking ship   As I squinted my eyes in the rain?   For the ship had turned into the wind   Against the storm to brace   And underneath the sailor's hat   I saw my father's face      If a prayer today is spoken   Please offer it for me   When the bridge to heaven is broken   And you're lost on the wild, wild sea   And you're lost on the wild, wild sea   And you're lost on the wild, wild sea   And you're lost on the wild, wild sea