Let the jib fly
We are now running free
Another day out sailing
Oh, I do love the sea

But a sea, this is not
It is merely a lake
But on the shores of small Keuka
A mighty wind does break

The white caps are abundant
A noisy wind does howl
It is a great day for sailing
Let's take to the bow

Out on the water
The wind whips and the splash is cold
The center board is humming
That feeling never grows old

"Starboard!" I cry
As another boat draws near
I have the right of way
So I make myself clear

I approach the windward mark
Full speed ahead
All the boats will be tacking
That moment I do dread

As I head downwind
I hear another say
"Oh, how I love summer,
for in the summer, I sail away."