Icy cold winds batter the sides the boat is trembling As the barge collides. It's our watery home we have known no other never settled on land Never wanted to bother. Living is simple making a bob or two gliding on canals With our son as our crew. Fuel increases but we sail away our home on the water Gets better each day. Transporting goods from place to place tons of room Loads of space. We wouldn't change this way of living free of stress And so much giving. The barge is our sanctuary may she live on when buildings and land Have eventually gone.