It's Maine... And it's Autumn The birches have just begun turning It's life and it's dying The lobstermen's boats come returning With the catch of the day in their holds and the young boys cold and complaining The fog meets the beaches and out on the Reach it is raining --
It's father and son It's the way it's been done since the old days It's hauling by hand ten miles out from the land where their chow waits And the days are all lonely and long and seas grow so stormy and strong but The Reach will sing welcome as homeward they hurry along.
And the morning will blow away As the waves crash and fall And the Reach like a siren sings as she beckons and calls As the coastline recedes from view And the seas swell and roll I will take from the Reach all that she has to teach To the depths of my soul --
The wind brings a chill There's a frost on the sill in the morning It creeps through the door On the edge of the shore ice is forming Soon the northers will bluster and blow And the woods will be whitened with snowfall And the Reach will lie frozen for the lost and unchosen to row --
And the morning will blow away As the waves crash and fall And the Reach like a siren sings as she beckons and calls As the coastline recedes from view And the seas swell and roll I will take from the Reach all that she has to teach To the depths of my soul --
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Super Sad. XM was playing Phoenix earlier. :-(
She gave a kiss to me...
as I got out.
And I watched her drive away.
Just for a moment I was back at school...
And felt that old familiar pain.
And as I turned to make my way,
Back home....
The snow...
Turned into...
Rain...
R.I.P. Dan
I hadn't heard of his death. He is one of my favorites.
Mine too, Karen. He died Monday at 6 am in Maine.
My Favorite set of Lyrics by Dan:
"The Reach"
It's Maine...
And it's Autumn
The birches have just begun turning
It's life and it's dying
The lobstermen's boats come returning
With the catch of the day in their holds
and the young boys cold and complaining
The fog meets the beaches and out on
the Reach it is raining --
It's father and son
It's the way it's been done since the old days
It's hauling by hand ten miles out
from the land where their chow waits
And the days are all lonely and long
and seas grow so stormy and strong but
The Reach will sing welcome as homeward
they hurry along.
And the morning will blow away
As the waves crash and fall
And the Reach like a siren sings
as she beckons and calls
As the coastline recedes from view
And the seas swell and roll
I will take from the Reach
all that she has to teach
To the depths of my soul --
The wind brings a chill
There's a frost on the sill in the morning
It creeps through the door
On the edge of the shore
ice is forming
Soon the northers will bluster and blow
And the woods will be whitened
with snowfall
And the Reach will lie frozen
for the lost and unchosen to row --
And the morning will blow away
As the waves crash and fall
And the Reach like a siren sings
as she beckons and calls
As the coastline recedes from view
And the seas swell and roll
I will take from the Reach
all that she has to teach
To the depths of my soul --
She gave a kiss to me...
as I got out.
And I watched her drive away.
Just for a moment I was back at school...
And felt that old familiar pain.
And as I turned to make my way,
Back home....
The snow...
Turned into...
Rain...
those are my fav lines from that song. ~sigh~
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