Rona

Oh it's a great exchange rate, this party on the sea, a Baltic Ports get away, who cares for the home, she always goes this way, what gets lost at cabin doors, each day she's at play, the voyage is a feast, sometimes seems like yesterday, how can she ever own, something that dances uncannily, beyond the shipping zones, this life she creates, is living like royalty, her bottle is a freighter, , she sees a dawn fate, in the bars like wooden beasts, men look to hoist sail, who will bend to greet her?