When the Ship Is Thinking

WHEN THE SHIP IS THINKING - Bonaparte

We are fevered with the sunset

We are fretful with the bay

For the wander-thirst is on us

And our souls are in Cathay

There's a schooner in the offing

With her topsails shot with fire

And our hearts have gone aboard her

For the Islands of Desire

We must forth again to-morrow

With the sunset we must be

Hull down on the trail of rapture

In the wonder of the sea

And when the ship is sinking

We'll be sipping cups of tea

(tea - tea - tea - tea - tea - tea - tea)