Across the ocean far away
Angeles looks to sea
For weeks she's been expecting him
her prayers are anxious pleas
The winter season has arrived
an angry ocean roars
The other ships have come back home
and now securely moored
The only ship uncounted for
The Rose Of Avalon
Angeles worries desperately
her faith she falls back on
Each day her hopes are dashed aside
the image disappears
There are no ships beyond the sun
her hopes give way to fears
And then an image reappears
a mast with all its sails
It is The Rose Of Avalon
her guns begin to hail
All Rights Reserved J.Burton Arno 2012
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