The Sailing Pastor Lyrics

Fire, brimstone, or tongue and cheek

I am a sailing pastor who seldom breathes

And I go preaching wonders even I can't see

But lately something out there is haunting me

When I go out by the moon at night

And I listen to the rhythm of the sea

Set a anchor in a town one night

The love was drained from here, the sun is out of sight

But I go strolling still and when I meet her eyes

I am an infant barely having seen the light

And I go out by the moon at night

And I see her in a clearing in the trees

Lovely ladies dressed in blue

Oh they are dancing all in spite of me and you

I promise somewhere someday I'll meet them too

And sing a song of my own tune

Talking slowly becomes every day

And I am wishing I will never sail away

So I can see her smile and hear her voice

But like a gust of wind I've got a flag to hoist

And I go out by the moon at night

And I'm dancing with my memories

And I'm lost in the blue, blue tides

When I listen to the rhythm of the sea

Lovely ladies dressed in blue

Oh they are dancing all in spite of me and you

I promise somewhere someday I'll see them too

And sing a song of my own tune