Текст песни rogers stan - Cape Stmarys
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CAPE ST.MARY`STake me back to my western boatLet me fish off Cape St. Mary`sWhere the hog-down sailAnd the Fog horns wailWith my friends the Browns and the ClearysLet me fish off Cape St. Mary`sLet me feel my dory liftTo the broad Atlantic combersWhere the tide rip swirlsAnd the wild ducks whirlAnd old Neptune calls the numbers.`Neath the wild Atlantic combersLet me sail up Golden BayWith my oilskins all a-streamingFrom the thunder squalls when I hauled my trawls.And my old Cape Ann a-gleamingWith my oilskins all a-streaming.And let me view that ragged shoreWith the beaches all a-glistenWith the caplin spawnWhere from dusk till dawnYou bait your trawn, and you listenTo the undertow a-hissin`.And when I reach that last big shoalWhere the groundswells break asunder,Where the wild sands roll to the surge`s tollLet me be a man and take itWhen my dory fails to make it.Oh take me back to that snug green coveWhere the seas roll up their thunderThere let me restIn the Earth`s cool breastWhere the stars shine out their wonderAnd the seas roll up their thunder.-----------------------------------------------------------------Written by Otto P. Kelland, Quality Music, Inc., PROC.Recorded by Stan Rogers in 1982 on For the Family, FolkTraditions, R002.filename[ CAPSTMARDC===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===