Might be out on a steak pie hunt on Sunday, Holy Loch most likely. I passed you on the princess in the channel when you were coming ino the marina last Saturday. I thought you were going quite slow and gave me me plenty of room then I saw it was your lady who was driving! Your usually on the plane half way up the marina!
I must go down to the sea again to the lonely sea and the sky
All I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by
the wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking
a grey mist on the seas face and grey dawn breaking