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By Arenson, Paul at Jan 11, 2008 03:21 AM
The tired old trawler\'s in the harbor
gently rocking and home from the sea
Children playing in the rigging
Sun is sinking, their;s peace in the bay
But on the backstreets laden with taverns
Drunken men weave a ragged course with their feet
One young fellow cold and sober
Winds his way though the dark dirty streets
Rain is falling and by morning
He knocks at a window and waits by the door
A weary, worn woman comes to the doorway
And in his eyes this haggard creature\'s a fawn
He follows after to her chamber
She quiets the candles that show her cracked walls
One hundred shillings worth of loving
And years of lonliness have small rewards
But then far off there comes a clanging
The captain is calling farewell to the shore
Riptide is in and love is left hanging
Bound to sail for too many years
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By Arenson, Paul at Jan 11, 2008 03:21 AM
The tired old trawler\'s in the harbor
gently rocking and home from the sea
Children playing in the rigging
Sun is sinking, their;s peace in the bay
But on the backstreets laden with taverns
Drunken men weave a ragged course with their feet
One young fellow cold and sober
Winds his way though the dark dirty streets
Rain is falling and by morning
He knocks at a window and waits by the door
A weary, worn woman comes to the doorway
And in his eyes this haggard creature\'s a fawn
He follows after to her chamber
She quiets the candles that show her cracked walls
One hundred shillings worth of loving
And years of lonliness have small rewards
But then far off there comes a clanging
The captain is calling farewell to the shore
Riptide is in and love is left hanging
Bound to sail for too many years
Reply this comment