Eden holme

Three weeks of calm seas
A blessing 't would seem
Her sails are a-sleepin'
Not even the gentlest breeze.
The sea's a cruel mistress
As i'm sure you'll find
She does her worst when
She tries to be kind.

I'm counting the days
As i sit here and stew
I'm dreaming of home and
Holding the helm to face you
The wind still eludes
The waves are subdued
This ship isn't moving
Any time soon.

Just wake me when we're heading home
Tell my girl that i still love her so
That i'd let the sea swallow me whole
Just to walk back to blighty's shores
Where the city limits call her name
That's home
Take me home
Eden holme

I'm fallen from grace
I'm just left here to waste
My sorrow grows deeper
Just like the cracks on my face
Miles and miles of ocean
Only whiskey to drink
I'll knock back the whole bottle
And pray we might sink.

There's a featureless horizon
Burned into my eyes
I'm awaiting salvation
Or at least a less painful demise
The wind ever eludes
The waves are subdued
This ship isn't moving
Any time soon.