Ship of Stone, by Don Simpson

( lyrics! )

Once there was a Ship of Stone
Clear domed, broad hulled and clean
Where the air shone blue, through whose holds birds flew
And whose decks were growing green

And no matter how odd these things may seem
As madly mazed as shards of dream
They are not a dream that you dream alone
All ships, all men, are of one kin
We shall not forget the Ship of Stone.