No Moon

No moon No wind Nothing to spy things by No wave No swell No line where sea meets sky Stillness Darkness Can't see a thing, says I No reflection Not a shadow Not a glint of light Meets the eye... And we go sailing Sailing Ever westward on the sea We go sailing Sailing Ever on Go we... It's a beautiful night, Mr. Straus Even though there's no moon Look at all the stars Can you find the big dipper? The big dipper? I can't even find our own stateroom. Every time I go out for a walk, finding my way back is An adventure. Maybe you drop some bread crumbs Can you feel how cold it's getting, Mrs. Straus? All in the past couple of hours Would you like me to get your fur stole? What, and maybe never see you again? No thank you, I'd rather freeze Are you cold, then, Katie? Not now that you've got your arm around me... But I don't- Oh, you're a funny one, Kate Mcgowan. Funny? T'anks very much. Becasue you come right out with what you want. And you find that funny, do you? What kind of girl do you think I am? You think I need to be told what I want? Life's too short for that, me boy-o The weather's quite changed, Mr. Lightoller Yes, Sir, it's turned very cold Only one point above freezing Ocean temperature's down to thirty-one degrees, Captain Warn the carpenter to check our supply of fresh water, -And tell the engine room to watch the steam winches. Aye, aye, sir There's not much wind, is there? No, Sir. It appears to be a flat calm. ...And we go sailing See how calm it is Sailing Smooth as polished glass Ah, the open sea Ever westward On the sea Feel the bite in the air ...We go sailing Sailing Ah, the open sea Smooth as polished glass Ever on Go we... Charles, think! In two days, America! What's the first thing your going to do when we get there, darling? After marrying me, of course- Apply to the sports desk of an important New York newspaper. I'm sure that they can use a journalist with my experience. Oh, darling, you're sure to be a success! Let us both hope so... That's why we're going there... Good evening, gentlemen. Madam, this happens to bo the Smoke Room! So I see. Women are never permitted in the 1st calss Smoke Room, madam. Don't look so shocked, gentlemen. There's a new world out there. There's a new world out where? Mr. Hartley, that's a new melody- what's it called? "Autumn," m'am.