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I will tell you all a story 'bout an old man that I know,
He got his cabin in an outport that closed down long ago;
The first day that I met him it was clear to me,
That he was a hardy sailor who made his living from the sea.
He signed on board a fishing schooner when he was just fourteen,
And his thoughts were often crowded with the things that he had seen;
Now at eighty-three he sits there caught up in his memories,
And he'll spend his lifetime dreaming and looking out to sea.
He spent days and days not eating with no land to be seen,
And I've often heard him say he would live it all again;
But those days are gone forever and it can never be,
So he's content to tell his stories while looking out to sea.
He'll place his elbow on the window of his little island home,
And just sit there for hours gazing at the raging foam;
There's a sign nailed to his cabin for everyone to see,
And it reads: Cabin Number One Looking Out To Sea.
Now, everyone is welcome for his stories will be told,
In his home in Random Harbour just up from Chisel Cove;
So drop by and you'll take pleasure in his hospitality,
In his little seaside cabin he is looking out to sea,
In his little seaside cabin he is looking out to sea.
