Monsoon

by Brent Berry

All rights reserved, Brent Berry Publications 2007

Step by step, I seem to be around
But I never left, been lying on the ground.
Dry dock for my ship the fair Ali
Hope a wind will come and take us out to sea.

CHORUS
Heavy wind, upon the ground
If we take, the way we're given
And if the monsoon comes, maybe we'll be forgiven
And if the day, sun shot shows the way
Get me back to sea, that's it for me.

Madagascar was fine a day, we ran out of water, we didn't make the cave.
Scurvy took about 26 men, my crew was gone
And I didn't know where I'd been.

CHORUS 2
And when foreign land is calling, we could have been lovers long ago.
And if I met you in Floren, I'd surely know.
But friend, if the monsoon comes, and if the trade winds are blowing
Head for the islands of Canary and I'll take it slow.