Come Sail Away
Last week, I accidentally embarrassed my oldest son by singing Big Time as we dropped him off at school.
This morning, we were blasting Come Sail Away as we pulled in.
On board, I’m the captain…
So climb aboard!
We’ll search for tomorrow on every shore
And I’ll try, oh Lord, I’ll try… to carry on!
I suppose it’s possible to listen to this song without joining in. . . but not for us. The boys and I all sang along, and if my voice cracked horribly on the high notes, nobody seemed to care.
We lived happily forever
So the story goes
But somehow we missed out on the pot of gold
But we’ll try best that we can to carry on
… until they noticed other kids smiling at us. My oldest’s face turned bright pink. Instead of ducking his head and sneaking away, though, he just started laughing. We did our secret handshakes and air five, and they started walking away.
I, however, was still feeling silly. I drove next to them with the windows open and continued singing
They sang to me this song of hope and this is what they said
They said, “Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me, lads!
Both kids laughed. Then my oldest struck an opera pose and joined in the chorus.
Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me!
I’ll admit it… I almost picked them back up and whisked them away to a day of amusement parks.
I really should have. It was the perfect moment.