The bird or the game

Played on the same

Land that makes us feel

The heart of the world

In our fingertips and hearts

The albatross is lonely but not alone

Wild but soft

Albatross of the world

Or the albatross of golf

A game with the small white ball

To hear the same words

Used at the break of dawn

When the sun rises up

Groggy but moving along

I hear the birds call out from

Over the marsh and fly free

The albatross sets sail

Over the lily’s I see