MY SAILS ARE BLOWED AND TORN

MY SAILS ARE BLOWED AND TORN

When I was just a little girl a-searching for my way,
I remember how I filled with pride to hear my father say,
Dreams are like a mainsail set high upon the mast,
And you run before the free winds as long as dreams can last.

Chorus: My sails are blowed and torn, been laid down wet,
Need all the mending that they can get.
No time to be a-tending; the wind's alive today.
These sails are worn and weathered and I'm bound to go my way.

Then I growed and went to school to learn that dreams ain't real.
They taught me how to calculate and hide the things you feel.
Well I know they meant no harm, but this their learning said,
A man's a man in this here world, and if you dream you're dead.

Well forty year's I've been livin' in my dreams,
Reality confuses me with its many schemes.
I'll take the weathered tapestry that's folded in my soul
And run before the moonlit winds with the love I know.