The thin icy wind flat the water lay,
as it sweeps across the ripples of Saldanha Bay.
Ice white blue moon pregnant and full,
above the fishing boats, on the empty shore.
On a deserted lonely silent stretch of sand,
walks a woman, sadly, lonely a wilted rose in her hand.
Icy white blue moon across the water drags,
her heart is full her emotions lag.
Far on deep blue sea where time is slow,
a small fishing vessel moves to and fro.
The night freezing, the water wet, fish only a little to get.
Dreamingly over moon striped sea he pulls in a net.
Anxious in the icy white blue moon's ray,
walks a fisher woman the beaches up and away.
Because it is full moon in Saldanha Bay,
and tonight no fisherman is next to the quay
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