Isn’t surviving just nice?
I’m still here to remember your eyes
I’m hanging in there
I feel you everywhere
I’m still here to watch the sun rise
We sang “Ten green bottles on the wall
But one after the other had to fall”
I feel like the one last green bottle
that’s still hanging on the wall
You took my hand and we prayed
Before the close of the day
From all ill dreams defend our sight
From our fears of the night
Whenever we said good bye
You gave me your sailor’s advice
One hand for the boat to care for others
One hand for yourself to survive
I play your harp
I smoke your pipe
I wear your cap
I read your bible as my sailing map
I see your loving eyes
As my Northern Star
Shining from afar
Annerose De Cruyenaere