song of praise

Through southern waves, as wind allows,
the bow of bark Europa ploughs.
Not rushing in an hurried speed,
as modern man would often need,
she takes her time, just mile by mile,
and brings all sailors to a smile.
For this is life as it should be:
a song of praise, o Lord, to Thee!


Joop

Through southern waves, as wind allows,
the bow of bark Europa ploughs.
Not rushing in an hurried speed,
as modern man would often need,
she takes her time, just mile by mile,
and brings all sailors to a smile.
For this is life as it should be:
a song of praise, o Lord, to Thee!

Joop