The My Boat Song

Guess

 

Carry me home like a bird on the wing

let me just see the sky

Distance I'm blind ask a sight let me sing

once let me hear the lie

 

Then I was whole, once I was kind

Sometimes could hear me sigh

lost I am now as the mariners soul

Ask me, but what care I?

 

Where is the boy who was born to be seen?

Where has he gone to reply?

Carry him back to where wishes were keen

let him begin to comply

 

Desperate when wishes then felt incomplete

lingerings softly cry

Believe what is yours sigh and then shriek

lament before you die

 

Carry me home how absurdly I sing

the feelings I now deny

words hollowed out give a desperate ring

Once I then learned how to fly.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Fairly obvious for those who know me. Sing it. I should tell everyone who cannot guess that this is to the tune of the Skye Boat Song http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Skye_Boat_Song

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

Yes really sing it since it already sings off of the page...do you compose music? If so then please write a music accompaniment to this. Of course you don't really have to since the music of it is already there in the writing. There is a lovely timeless floating quality to this, which is more than fitting given that it's about journeying on a boat either physically or metaphorically :)

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Sounds like a wonderful song. A beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Emily B]

Beautiful melancholy.

[SM Davis]

une telle histoire de tristesse et comment vous avez �t� faits du tort. Il n'y a aucun mot qui vient pour cela sauf vous m�rit� mieux que vous avez re�u. �vident et oublieux, vos mots se chantent dans un air d'amour et de perte.

[R J Askew]

To see the sky and hear the lie -- does that mean have a taste of success and worldy praise? Not that it matters says verse two. Boy who was born to be seen -- does that suggest early promise? Carry me home -- might mean get me out of this torment. Learned how to fly -- could mean learned how to master my art or learned how to fly this torment. In fact the first line could be read positively as let my projects succeed, be seen through to the end, carried to a conclusion, driven home on a high. Well at least I did try to guess!

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Ah, a beautiful, melancholic tune this is...the longing in this piece is beautifully spoken or sung should I say...Nice work as always. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[Phil Sanders]

I cottoned onto the song quite quickly .. interesting parody ....

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

this song also requires a mug with foam on the top to be in your hand.... this is excellent - shout it and sing it and know that you can always count on the horizon....

Kath

[George Love]

Very lyrical in style and sound. An excellent work.