Hush Now Sailor's Child

Hush now, my sweet child, tho the wind howls wet and wild, the snows will fall again upon this barren land while inside we make our firmest stand. Warm by the fire blaze, the story will again be raised, the images thru the house will slip, be not afraid as you bite your lip. Silent and still, the candle flames flicker and heartbeat races fast and quicker, as the legendary story goes, the ghost wore weathered sailor's clothes. His face unclear and his voice barely a whisper, they say he was a shabby lonely drifter who made his way beyond the fielded trees home from the ships and salty sea. A sailor of a time long, long ago, forgotten across the frozen snows, to dry land returned where he was birthed to find the fields lay built open and unearthed. Home he came but nothing remains the same, everything had changed, no one knew his name new fields were filled by figures unfamiliar and he himself felt and seemed quite peculiar. Wandering thru the streets at night he often whistled songs until the morning light and should you hear his lonesome call be not afraid, no, not at all. The melody he plays is much like a riddle riding merrily upon the tremulous whistle calling out to those who are fearful and afraid- you are prisoners only of your self betrayed. Greet the change with openness it can be curse or can be gift, but for this sailor home from the sea the waves rise up and down flowing in and out like destiny. Hush now, my child and dream of majestic ships and sailors sailing on amazing trips returning home in time to find the child he left behind. Roger Whitaker - The Last Farewell https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGWs1HK8iDU