Riding to the Shore
Riding to the shore,
This hour of dark and down,
The daylight is no more,
To the land we are now bound.
After a long day at sea,
Fishing, Sailing, all types of activity,
Now, shore is where we do flee,
Though sea is all I wish to see.
The waves that crash,
The creatures beneath,
Lightning storms do flash,
Mystery hidden at our feet.
Time to depart has come,
As we begin "Riding to the Shore,"
Ah, the land is not fun,
This will be a bore.
GODSPEED.