Safety Harbor

Sweet Vision! Bless my eyes!
Land upon the western skies!
Constant stars, I bid you rise over Safety Harbor.

Home, home! At last becalmed.
Far behind us screams the storm.
Tattered canvas waves like arms greeting Safety Harbor.

From the windows of the tower where the beacon burns,
Faithful friends at every hour watch for my return.

Yours the calm and peace I claim when I face the wind and rain.
When the sea road calls my name out from Safety Harbor.

Through the fearsome, foaming gale, when no spirit fills my sail
I shall see, though sight may fail, lights of Safety Harbor.

Where from windows of the tower, bright the beacon burns.
Faithful friends at every hour watch for my return.

Heart’s haven, mem’ries shore, call me through the tempest’s roar
Where the pilgrim sails no more, home to Safety Harbor.
Where the pilgrim sails no more, home to Safety Harbor.

-Rory Cooney