I never used to miss the chance to climb up on his knee And listen to the many tales of life upon the sea. We'd go sailing back on Barkentines we'd talk of things he did Tomorrow just a day away, for the Captain and the kid. Jimmy Buffett
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, Your head like the golden-rod, And we will go sailing away from here To the beautiful land of Nod. Ella Wheeler Wilcox