Song of the Mystic Whaler

Song of the mystic whaler Come on board to play and work come on board to learn to sing and praise the mystic whaler sailing on the mighty Hudson Come sing the mystic whaler hoist the ropes rig the lines climb her wooden masts ready to sail upon the mystic whaler the winding turns through narrow straights and vibrant winds her sails are free to climb she brings hope and changes lives The Clearwater sails the tides A living classroom that breathes from life in the autumns of young lives come hear the children laughing the voices singing and people learning from nature’s way about the river and how to keep It clean. Come learn the history of the majestic Hudson Come feel the wind upon your back as you lift her mighty sails to hear the bowing creak to walk the masts and touch the stern And walk her wooden decks Breathe a fragrance from its shores that lights the spark from nature and fires the teaching they require Look yonder at the marshes plants in their estuaries at birds nesting by the Somber shores Upon the banks grasses gently swaying Light of being in its living Shadows cast on golden dawns passing by along the tide where the crickets lie Jetted rocks with Cyprus trees lean to reach the sky Voices of gulls to the right flying low to the tide Sun is rising the sun is setting upon the fishing nets Once when the river was dying of DDT pcbs and of sewer rot Now is clean and living free thanks to a concerning lot The beautiful Hudson River shapes the stillness and flowers of the day The falling leaf on windblown tides Small towns where beacons lit the harbor on its winding curves Subtle seclusions and of its singing birds Where stars unite and bring delight Come ride the mystic whaler