My Little Boat Of Blue

                                                           A Song

                      I.

My little boat of blue lies waiting here upon the shore;

The painter rests upon the bow and ready is my oar;

O, come and pluck the lilies rare whose petals weep with dew,

Yes. come and fly the mirrored sky in my little boat of blue.

                             Chorus

                                                                                               

          My little boat of blue,

          Is ready love for you;

     Oh Come and float within my boat

          My little boat of blue.

                                II.

My little boat of blue, my love, has long been waiting here,

Has waited on the grassy shore in sweet suspense and fear;

But never shall she sail away without us for a crew,

None else should fly the mirrored sky in my little boat of blue.

                             Chorus

          My little boat of blue,

          It waits alone for you;

     Oh Come and float within my boat

          My little boat of blue.

June 6, ‘93

Pub. in Boston

Traveler, Dec. 8,

      1894