Given the gift of sunshine and rain
Dashing lightning with crazy reflex,
There, colors esteem their canvas
As brighter than ever before
Great white ships cross the pale sea
Exhaling great wisps of smoke
from cannons’ holds
Of steamship, pirate ship, tri-mast proud
Her Majesty’s Ships that I had found
And as the sun sets on this coast
Golden streams channel this pale hue
And silent raindrops begin to fall
As I turn to the sound of a captain’s bell