Tag: Gulls

Mama said “Don’t go, dear son of mine,
I don’t want my boy in that salty brine.
Stay home and work with me instead,
Help me bake and deliver the bread.”

But oh the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
Keeps callin’ me to the sea,
But oh the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
Just won’t let me be.

“I’m sorry Mama, I just have to go,
please understand and don’t say no,
for that salty sea is beckoning me,
and it’s where I want to be.”

For the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
keeps callin’ me to the sea,
For the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
Just won’t let me be.

“Someday soon I might settle down,
to work and live in your little town,
But, right now Mama, I must go to sea,
For those Gulls keep callin’ me.”

Oh the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
Keeps callin’ me to the sea,
Oh the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
Just won’t let me be.

“Sorry Mama, I love the sea.”

Leona J. Atkinson  04-03-13