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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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