That's my song

The first time
I dreamed the Major Thirteen
I was just over sixty.

I was dreaming of falling down to sea
With no parachute.

Before to splat the water
I asked the wind
To appease my drop:

So did the wind.

And I started singing.

Say the fishermen
Along the Cornwall coast
They hear a song
At windy full moon nights.

That’s might be my song.