Ferry
The ferry sails out on a silver sea
Early this golden morning
While the wind in Wexford’s asleep
We listen to news on the radio.
This ferry has kept us alive
For fourteen months over Covid
While we slept under blankets in bed
It bravely faced the elements.
Sail on fair ferry and carry
What we need to live without worry
Plough the blue sea with our blessing
Protecting your crew and passengers.
Head south with our dearest dreams
To join you some day on your stern
Looking back at Ireland with hope
As we travel once more on holidays.
The thought of breathing fresh air
Examining our maps of the motorways
On the table of a bar on the port side
The excitement of travel like the old days.
We dare not believe or raise hopes
That we will return to the ocean
That we will escape bunkers and homes
That our time in plague prison is over.
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