I sat on a dock,
Minding my own,
On a lovely summers day.
When all at once,
A pretty lass,
With a smile cast
And bundled hair of hay,
Chose to stroll
Just a bit too near
And she took my heart away.

Taken aback, was I,
That such a girl
Would ever look my way.
And as she’d passed,
By some slip of God
Her shoulder’d caught my own.

First a tumble
And then a roll,
Over the edge I’ve gone,
Into my boat,
That’s now afloat
Out here on the open sea.

No land is here
But I feel it’s near
And so with one oar I’ll row.
Call me fool or naïve,
What care I of you?
For as I fell over the edge
I swear she’d said
“I love you.”