Sparkling waters round Catalina abound,
No finer California Isle
have we found.
In an emerald green sea
so crystal so clear
It's breath taking beauty became
Now while dawns new light prisms in the clouds,
Away we are running from the American crowds.
Rolling over the waves in bright
sunshine we go,
Diesels thrumming, humming and pushing so.
Now a fine fair breeze rises up for us,
Set the spinnaker and fly
at 7 knots plus.
The miles fall
away in perfect harmony
With the wind and the waves and Sharon
To Mission then Diego we are bound,
Provisions and repairs won't
Visas and licenses - some paper to chase,
Then to Mexican waters
we will race.