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Day of the Clipper

Day of the Clipper
(Steve Romanoff)

 You can see the squares of canvas dancing over the horizon
 you can hear the shanty wailing to the heaving of the men
 Feel the seas up to your knees and you know the sea is rising
 And you know the clipper's day has come again

 To the men on high the bosn's cry commands a killing strain
 'Til every mothers son begins to break
 With a harty shout she comes about and heads into the rain
 And the ship has never seen a better day.

CHO:     Sailing ships and sailing men will sail the open waters
 Where the only thing that matters is the wind inside the main
 So, all you loving mothers keep your eye upon your daughters
 For the sails will mend their tatters and the masts will rise again

 Human dreams and wooden beams are all that makes her go
 And the magic of the wind upon her sails
 We'd rather fight the weather than the fishes down below
 God help us if the rigging ever fails,
 As the timber creaks the Captain speaks above the vessels groans
 'Til every soul on board can hear the call
 It's nothing but the singing of the ship inside her bones
 And this is when she likes it best of all

Sailing ships and sailing men will sail the open waters,
where the only thing that matters is the wind inside the main
 So all you loving mothers keep your eye upon your daughters

 Where the current goes the clipper's nose
 Is plowing fields of green where fortune takes the crews we wish them well
 Where men can be either lost at sea or somewhere in between
 The regions of a heaven and a hell
 They sail from eastern harbors to the California shore
 If you set your mind to see them, then, you can
 As you count eash mast go sailing past
 You're prouder than before
 And you know the clipper's day has come again.

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This was written by my good friend Steve Romanoff of the trio SCHOONER FARE.
KM
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Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!

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