SEA DITTY and DAYDREAMER By Polly Guerin

SEA DITTY (C)

The relentless pounding of the sea

Takes us into its lure where we see

Its salty texture bites our skin

And draws us further, further in

Till floating on a seaweed bed

We rest our weary troubled head

With these few moments there is release

Where we find infinite joy and peace

DAYDREAMER ©

I will go down to the grey brooding rocks

And sit there amongst the seabird flocks

And dream a dream, or so it seems

I will stay there near the crashing sea

That clears the path to joyful song

It's in the sea lullaby where I belong

It tells me stories of a foreign land

For it has traveled from sand to sand

And lapped upon the shore of each place

With frosted crest of the waves'n grace

What strange and foreign ports of call

I surrender to its relentless squall

And find solace in its raucous song

The mesmerizing sea is where I belong.