The whitest whale

 Sunday morning never felt that easy
Floating on the tide towards the bay
Reach out for some southern comfort  there
Leftovers   out  of .yesterday

 By noon she`s all dressed up for  that fair  wind

One  gentle breeze created   by  the sun

Surfing  on the echoes from one long  lost  gale  

Howling  far  beyond  these   sail

Suddenly the wind grow its  curl in my hair
Waves shaped its tales  in the  air
riding the whitest whale
riding the whitest whale
riding the whitest whale
Drift and inhale

Sundown dazzling  slowly through my  window
swing  to her  anchor   while  I  dream
Stars  falling down  sketches  imaginary scenes
memory  recalling through the steam

 Suddenly the wind grow its  curl in my hair
Waves shaped its tales  in the  air

riding the whitest whale
riding the whitest whale
Searching for a home in southern England

Drift and inhale

riding the whitest whale
riding the whitest whale
riding the whitest whale
riding the whitest whale
riding the whitest whale
riding the whitest whale