The sparkling dawn of day’s break,
I feel the wind, and clouds flying.
The morning mist on the sea’s surface,
The synch song of sea gulls crying.
This vagrant gypsy life you live,
Is such a pure delight.
I can feel the salty spray of the sea,
And the rhythmic sound of splashing waves,
With rainbows in the golden plume,
Makes this a soothing sight.
