Wayward the wind,
leeward the sea.
I cross the broad ocean,
searching for thee.
Visiting all the islands,
the smallest of isle,
searching them all
for you to beguile.
Over the land masses,
after a great while,
hoping for a glimpse
of your bright smile.
Now here I am,
many years, gone bye,
my search for you, love
with a wandering eye.