OCEAN, mightier than the land. Wilful, turbulent, and wild. Will you love a little child And kiss her hand? Ocean, when I play with you, The pretty waves are soft and blue. But sailors who have sailed away Tell you do not always play. Far off you toss the great big ships Just like tiny wooden chips; Tell me, for I want to know Why you act just so? Ocean mightier than the land. Wilful, boisterous and wild ''" Will you love a little child And kiss her hand? |