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To sail on a dream, on a crystal clear ocean ...
I got home just in time to make a post in celebration of Jacques Cousteau's 100th birthday.
I, of course, grew up on The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau, and his work as always been an inspiration to me. I know I owe some part of my love of the sea to his work and his words.
As part of the celebration, they are re-launching Calypso.
A better monument to the man, I cannot conceive.
Calypso
John Denver
from the 1975 album
Windsong
To sail on a dream, on a crystal clear ocean,
To ride on the crest of a wild raging storm;
To work in the service of life and the living
In search of the answers to questions unknown;
To be part of the movement and part of the growing,
Part of beginning to understand . . .
Aye, Calypso, the places you've been to,
The things that you've shown us,
The stories you tell;
Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit,
The men who have served you
So long and so well.
Like the dolphin who guides you,
You bring us beside you
To light up the darkness and show us the way;
For, though we are strangers in your silent world,
To live on the land we must learn from the sea;
To be true as the tide and free as the wind-swell,
Joyful and loving in letting it be . . .
Aye, Calypso, the places you've been to,
The things that you've shown us,
The stories you tell;
Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit,
The men who have served you
So long and so well.
Aye, Calypso, the places you've been to,
The things that you've shown us,
The stories you tell;
Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit,
The men who have served you
So long and so well.
Happy Centennial, Dr. Cousteau, wherever you may be.
I, of course, grew up on The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau, and his work as always been an inspiration to me. I know I owe some part of my love of the sea to his work and his words.
As part of the celebration, they are re-launching Calypso.
A better monument to the man, I cannot conceive.
John Denver
from the 1975 album
Windsong
To sail on a dream, on a crystal clear ocean,
To ride on the crest of a wild raging storm;
To work in the service of life and the living
In search of the answers to questions unknown;
To be part of the movement and part of the growing,
Part of beginning to understand . . .
Aye, Calypso, the places you've been to,
The things that you've shown us,
The stories you tell;
Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit,
The men who have served you
So long and so well.
Like the dolphin who guides you,
You bring us beside you
To light up the darkness and show us the way;
For, though we are strangers in your silent world,
To live on the land we must learn from the sea;
To be true as the tide and free as the wind-swell,
Joyful and loving in letting it be . . .
Aye, Calypso, the places you've been to,
The things that you've shown us,
The stories you tell;
Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit,
The men who have served you
So long and so well.
Aye, Calypso, the places you've been to,
The things that you've shown us,
The stories you tell;
Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit,
The men who have served you
So long and so well.