A Frame In the Sand

And I boarded for to sail a ship called the Northern Gail and she was yes she was a lady rich cargoes fill the hole all the story was not told yes she was she was a lady purest silk shone like her sails she danced in the Northern gales and she was she was a lady a rich traveller with looks and gold all the story is not told yes she was she was a lady I saw the sea lay her down white flowers blue satin gown and she was she was a lady all rich stories told lost the young lost the old and she was yes she was a lady wooden dreams don't seem to last as all prayed the mountains would pass and she was she was a lady one wave made her bed appear soft pillows lay under there and she was yes she was a lady