CRABBING ON CHRISTMAS EVE

Good news he said I do believe
They've settled on a price
But to have him home this Christmas Eve
It would have been so nice

A storm is brewing off the coast
A warning dark and dim
And this the man I love the most
Thinks it doesn't mean for him

I light a candle all aglow
And stick it in the sand
The wind will blow it out I know
It flickers in my hand

I stand alone at Klipsin Beach
The ships are in a line
Their lights seem close within my reach
I think I counted nine

Nine went to the crabbing site
To bounce upon the foam
Nine went out this stormy night
Nine better had come home