Written by: Donald Meikle

To think of what I need 
Beside ye beside me 
A sip of tupelo mead 
A wide world to ride a sea 
With only ye t' heed 
Your guiding star abiding 
A man of simple needs and deeds 
On course to tack and heel 
With every mood you feel 
Trim sail and come about 
Or simply let it out 
To hang leg locked and shout 
With all the joy of living 
In winds of chance with thee