Program And Disjunction

[Verse]

Two ships ride close, too close

And she’s going to her last long home

To see her now plainly and

I should know her among the thousand and one

None have thee better

Although knowing half the battles

And the path of the lantern

Oh, the bells ringing their full breath alarm

My own one waiting

'Til winter denies me my sails

'Til winter denies me my sails