There's a tempest in yon horned moon,
And lightning in yon cloud,
And hard the music, mariners,
The wind is piping loud;
The wind is piping loud, my boys!
The lightning flashes free,
While the hollow oak our palace is,
Our heritage the sea.
Just got in from a weekend in Wisconsin, Saturday was my great grandmother's 90th birthday... She did 2 dances, a waltz and something else, it was great. For the first dance she actually wore her youngest daughter's wedding dress. There were about 20 family members there, too, 2 named Barbara and 4 named Tom... *sweatdrop*
There's a tempest in yon horned moon,
And lightning in yon cloud,
And hard the music, mariners,
The wind is piping loud;
The wind is piping loud, my boys!
The lightning flashes free,
While the hollow oak our palace is,
Our heritage the sea.
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