Taste of Salt

There are times when I sit on my porch Dreaming of the days when I was young How I miss the sound of the ocean And the taste of salt upon my tongue In the arms of a dark eyed woman A few miles off the Spanish Coast Making love in a French Chateau Then disappearing like a ghost Gazing at the Southern Cross I spent some Caribbean nights Just over the Arctic Circle I saw the Northern Lights Spent some time in the city of Cobh A dream come true no doubt I'll raise a toast to beautiful Ireland With a bottle of Guiness Stout At the Hotel Ayr in Scotland My orders came and I had to move on But I didn't take everything with me You see, a piece of my heart was gone I flew into Oslo on a mission I took another flight to Vaernes the same day Then gazed into the eyes of a Norwegian woman Who took my breath away I think of all the years I spent sailing the seven seas The taste of salt in my tears Revives the memories.