Francis Buzzell

THE SKY is all of a change now, and over the sea there is red,

And swift as the wind the darkness has taken to wings and fled

To the far side of the round world where lovers are gladly waiting

For the soft breath of the night time to wander away to the mating.

The sky is all of a change now, in amber and red and gold,

And a clean, fresh day is dawning for all of the fisher fold;

And the white sail of my small ship is alive to the wind’s wild pleading,

And the soft lap of the stirred sea is a sound in my heart song breeding.

The sky is all of a change now, and out on the tossing sea

I’ll lay my course for the vineyard God made for the likes of me;

And the soft breath of the night time will find me treasure laden,

With a light step and a clean hand and a song for a fisher maiden.