Cahalen Morrison & Eli West
fleeting like the days
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Sheâs on a ship that sails the sea, she longs for mine, she longs for me
Sheâs on her way, across south of Spain, she says the water keeps her sane.
My love she often sails for she has no wings to fly,
so put some wind up in that rigginâ and hold on,
My love she often says she looks for reasons why,
but with the winds are fleeting like the days.
I like the way her hair does fall, the way it rolls, curls one and all,
She lights the way from East to West, my heart still beating in her chest.
I like the way her eyes they shine they flow like moonlight into mine.
Weâll likely meet in a western land, where Iâll hold my lover once again.