Trade Winds
a fishing shack hid in a foggy morn
boards cracked and weathered too much to save
like the face of an old fisherman
who waits on a coarse pebble beach for his last wave
boards cracked and weathered too much to save
grass and hay claimed a champion of the sea
who waits on a coarse pebble beach for his last wave
a chair captured a soul that sailed free
grass and hay claimed a champion of the sea
her sails once danced in a Northern gale
a chair captured a soul that sailed free
now memories shared with a pint of ale
her sails once danced in a Northern gale
fish was salted and traded for sugar and rum
now memories shared with a pint of ale
stories of islands and storms long gone
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