Tell me a story, if you will,
Of the boy with the tempered tongue
And the girl who rode on the tempest,
Who sailed so far from home.
Tell me a story, if you please,
Of the way the wind did bite
When she wrecked alone in the sand and the foam
On the stormy Isle of Night.
And on this isle, there lived a boy,
And brave and kind was he.
He saved the girl and brought her home,
And in her eyes he saw the Sea.
“Please stay with me, girl from the gale,
And regale me with your tales.
My house is warm, my temper true,
You’d never lack nor need to look back
For I would look after you.”
But she shook her head and said,
“No. You would not want me if you knew.
My heart is a ragged sail,
And I am pushed by every wave and swell
To seek the strange and the new.”
He thought about this carefully,
And then he softly said:
“I see your point, and your fear,
For it is my own dread.
My heart has an anchor’s curse
And this island I’ve never left.
“I used to think it weighed me down,
And made my life so narrow.
But then you came, pouring like rain,
So where you go, I‘ll follow.
“And when the winds try to drive
You into their violent arms,
I’ll throw myself into the deep
To keep you from all harm.
“Don’t you see? Anchor and Sail,
Without both together, neither does well.
So please, please, sail with me,
We’ll travel into eternity,
And see the world anew.”
Of the boy with the tempered tongue
And the girl who rode on the tempest,
Who sailed so far from home.
Tell me a story, if you please,
Of the way the wind did bite
When she wrecked alone in the sand and the foam
On the stormy Isle of Night.
And on this isle, there lived a boy,
And brave and kind was he.
He saved the girl and brought her home,
And in her eyes he saw the Sea.
“Please stay with me, girl from the gale,
And regale me with your tales.
My house is warm, my temper true,
You’d never lack nor need to look back
For I would look after you.”
But she shook her head and said,
“No. You would not want me if you knew.
My heart is a ragged sail,
And I am pushed by every wave and swell
To seek the strange and the new.”
He thought about this carefully,
And then he softly said:
“I see your point, and your fear,
For it is my own dread.
My heart has an anchor’s curse
And this island I’ve never left.
“I used to think it weighed me down,
And made my life so narrow.
But then you came, pouring like rain,
So where you go, I‘ll follow.
“And when the winds try to drive
You into their violent arms,
I’ll throw myself into the deep
To keep you from all harm.
“Don’t you see? Anchor and Sail,
Without both together, neither does well.
So please, please, sail with me,
We’ll travel into eternity,
And see the world anew.”