Ayla Nereo The Whistler
Lend me your ear and I'll tell you a tale
A man who still whistles on the waves up ahead
Listen to the waters as they sing his long-awaited story
He rose up one day to feel that things were long past due
Looked inside, saw shadows of places he'd be going to
He looked behind for a moment, then said
"I will not look that way again"
CHORUS
So roll the land to where I lay, lady
Fist still raised to the sky
Hand to your heart, you'll remember me in tales as they carry me on by…
The man set out for his city cast in gold
Bade farewell to his mother, said, "take care at home."
He kissed goodbye his darling, said, "We'll one day meet again."
He sailed through the bay, out to a stormy night
Armed with his father's pistol strapped to his side
To face the open sea he had to take the roughest waves as his ride…
He stood his ground out on the open deck
Through sheets of rain, the wheel he set direct ahead
And the wave that brought him over was the best and biggest he had ever seen…
So child as you take a ride out on the open sea
Don't be afraid when you do hear the song that he did leave –
Out on those waters his tale will be floating at your side…