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Sailor's Forced Retirement (Gary Callahan)

A ship sailed in the harbour
and a sailor came ashore,
His eyes grew kind of misty
as he gazed to sea once more;
He knew this was the last time
that he would go to sea,
Because of forced retirement
a land lubber he would be.

Oh, how he'd miss
the creaking of the timber,
As the wind would billow out the sail;
How he'd miss that salty taste
of the water on his face
That was whipped up by an eastern gale.

The ship rolled with emotion
as if nodding a goodbye,
Like saying, so long, my friend,
and he heard the seagulls cry;
It felt like they were weeping
like they could feel his pain,
Because of forced retirement
he'd never sail again.

Oh, how he'd miss
the creaking of the timber,
As the wind would billow out the sail;
How he'd miss that salty taste
of the water on his face
That was whipped up by an eastern gale.

The foghorn in the distance
mournfully crooned its goodbye,
The lighthouse quickly blinking
to clear mist from its eye;
The sea breeze softly whispers,
have a good rest, my friend,
Because of forced retirement
our acquaintance now must end.

Oh, how he'd miss
the creaking of the timber,
As the wind would billow out the sail;
How he'd miss that salty taste
of the water on his face
That was whipped up by an eastern gale.

####.... Everett Adams [b.1940] of Grand Falls-Windsor, NL, ©1996. Performance rights administered by SOCAN. All rights reserved ....####
Recorded by Gary Callahan (Death On The Ice, The Ultimate Price, trk#9, 1996, Newsflash Sounds, Grand Falls-Windsor, NL, Recorded at Renaissance Music, Grand Falls-Windsor, NL).

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