The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Till The Wind Gets Right

TILL THE WIND GETS RIGHT

Oh the breeze is blowin' balmy An the sun is in a haze; There's a cloud jest givin' coolness To the laziest of days. There are crowds upon the lakeside, But the fish refuse to bite, So I'll wait and go a-fishin' When the wind gets right.

Now my boat tugs at her anchor, Eager now to kiss the spray, While the little waves are callin' Drowsy sailor come away, There's a harbor for the happy, And its sheen is just in sight, But I won't set sail to get there, Till the wind gets right.

That's my trouble, too, I reckon, I've been waitin' all too long, Tho' the days were always Still the wind is always wrong. An' when Gabriel blows his trumpet, In the day o' in the night, I will still be found waitin', Till the wind gets right.