Singing The Dolphin Through (Mike Heron)

Farewell Plymouth, your morning cold
and grey
Is painting shadows on my thoughts
And we're bound for nowhere

Joseph, I know you're trusting me to see
you right
And I know you can't stand the fighting
For one more night

Joseph, the mud gives way to coral
somewhere

And the hours of light they last and last
We'll see no more hostile flag there
From craft unknown we will have grown free
From sighing