If I could, I would wave my magic wand
And there beside the dock would be a boat
A beautiful green and white sailboat
I could sail away.
If I could, I’d make the morning come
The sun shyly peaking up over the far meeting of sky and sea
Gently bathing the sky with light
I’d raise my arms in quietly blissful greeting of the new day.
If I could, I’d make everything still
Nothing would exist but the soft sound of the waves
Gently lapping the sides of my sailboat
As the breeze runs its fingers lightly through my hair.
If I could, I’d climb into my sailboat
My feet leaving the ground behind
Without a backward glance
I’d be away, turning my boat into the wind.
My sailboat would soar across the glassy water
Skimming the surface of the sea as we flew
I would reach down with my hand and dip into the clear waters
Then reach up to touch the sky, water droplets cascading from my hand.
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If I could, I would wave my magic wand
Green and white, my slender sailboat would be
And there it would wait, wait for me to come aboard at last.
If I could, I would sail away.
