Waiting for the Wind

Back when she was younger Sailing proud and free Down the intercostals To the edge of the Eastern sea Riding on the water To windward and to lee Toward her destination In that Southern Key Waiting for the life it brings Waiting for romance Waiting to be lifted up Waiting for the dance Waiting for a rising tide To be reborn anew Just to feel alive again Waiting for the wind Now that old ketch lies neglected Empty and forlorn Her masts still reach skyward With sails a bit tattered and torn Although the cabin's silent From many years of scorn There is new life waiting Beyond the bells and harbor horn Waiting for the life it brings Waiting for romance Waiting to be lifted up Waiting for the dance Waiting for a rising tide To be reborn anew Just to feel alive again Waiting for the wind Wind come and refresh her Wind move her along Fill the sails with power And the shrouds with song Winds come to sustain her And take her where you will She's waited for so long She never got her fill Back when she was younger Sailing proud and free Down the intercostals To the edge of the eastern sea Riding on the water To windward and to lee Toward her destination In that Southern Key Waiting for the life it brings Waiting for romance Waiting to be lifted up Waiting for the dance Waiting for a rising tide To be reborn anew Just to feel alive again Waiting, waiting, waiting Waiting for the wind