I will always have an affinity with anything to do with water and sailing, considering the over 10,000 nautical miles I've sailed, the rough seas and dead calms that have become a metaphor for my life. During all these years of living on the ocean and making the ocean my living Procol Harum was never to far from speakers aboard.
Salty Dog
written by: Brooker/Reid
played by: Procal Harum
all hands on deck, weve run afloat! I heard the captain cry explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive! Across the straits, around the horn: how far can sailors fly? A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive
We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captains eye Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all
We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shore The captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy Now many moons and many junes have passed since we made land A salty dog, this seamans log: your witness my own hand
