Linda Hoyle
Cut & Run

Rocked by the rolling tide
Dark helmsman at the wheel
She runs before the wind
Away

Howled on her leeward side
Strong gales can't force her keel
Running before the wind
Away

Yours was an act of grace
A shelter from the storm
Mine foundered with disgrace
My bearings lost and torn

Land bearings from the sun
The full depth from the sound
Running before the wind
Away

I had to cut and run
Before I ran aground
I run before the wind
Away

Yours was a constant heart
As faithful as the tide
Mine tore the moon apart
Her waning crescent cried

Hard chains slipped through the hull
The anchor floated free
I stood against the wind
Away

Bright breezes stirred the lull White foam disturbed the sea
I run before the wind
Away

Slipped through resistant rope
I reached the bitter end
We squandered all our hope
As each refused to bend

Sweet ship go sailing on
Let nothing weigh you down
Just run before the wind
Away