Castaway - Richard Shindell

I welcome you my little man

Stolen from your sleepy land

Cut loose from her, my caloused hand

Branded you an exile

The ocean parted when you wailed

And debris of your catastrophe

Set sail inside a silver cup

That she handed to me

No ocean deep, no mountain tall

No liberty, no prison vault

Can keep my baby refugee

From his own inland sea

Where he can play castaway

Where he can play castaway

Where he can play castaway

Now on a dolphin’s back I come to you

Bounding from across the blue

Swollen flood inside my vein

To try to explain

How someday far below the moon

You may live beside a green lagoon

And store up pearls for skipping stones

And you’ll never be alone

Ocean fall or ocean rise

I see her deep, deep in your eyes

I’m an ocean apart from you

But you’ll always be a part of me

'Cause I can play castaway

Two can play castaway

Three can play castaway

We all play castaway