Sailors at bay in the harbor today But later we'll trek deeper waters To pause is such grace But our anchors will raise And the currents will tug us out farther But if I were a river, if I were a lake If I were a pond, well, perhaps I would make A habitat that I could solely contain No need for control; just to self-sustain But the maritime bounties Astound me each day The ocean is potent I'm obliged to stay A glacier which glides at a gradual pace Carves cirques and moraines And abandons all haste If I were a glacier Of rock and of ice My stillness I'd savor How it would suffice But the maritime rhythms will always remain No need for division, I know my terrain If I were a channel, a can*l or a strait They'd travel my waters They'd pa** through my gates But the maritime boundaries Wrap 'round me the same The ocean's my docent My guide...my domain So I'll bow at my bow With each nod and each turn I'll stay strict and firm At the rear of my stern For I am of ocean Which I cannot feign To change my devotion Would go against grain