Song for Gale (Larry Kaplan) 1. Blue skies, south wind, fish jumpin' in your hand What a day to be working old Nantucket sound From the islands into the mainland Worn out, smelling of bait You'd come home by the end of the day And the sun over West Chop Those warm summer breezes Made you think it would never change. cho: Get me my fiddle we'll sing all old songs Now you take the high notes, and I'll sing the low Good times and hard times, there worth all the telling It won't matter to me if you sing 'em that well. I remember the time when you worked for a living Pulling hard just to get back to shore When you busted your back Or you just wouldn't eat They don't talk much of that anymore When you sat with the old folks, fell asleep from their stories Stayed awake with the howling winds; Sang your songs till the children were all tucked away warm And the night tides come rollin' back in. (repeat first verse) Written for E. Gale Huntington of Martha's Vineyard Copyright Larry Kaplan 1988, BMI DC
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