Lyrics
Mean Old Sloop
I cast off from the quay
Right before the break o’ day
With the last beams of the moonlight on the water
There’s a disarming wind
Blowing up around the bend
Round here they call him “Aurora’s daughter”
My mean old sloop’s got but one mast
But this tattered sail blows like a captured flag
And with easy thoughts
Along with low draught
It should be no big deal to hit the track
I didn’t take the time
To pack them clothes o’ mine
Anyway they never made no riches for no tailor
I glance back on the town
Where I’s bound to settle down
As if there was a firm ground for a sailor
Though still cold above the waterline I open my shirt
To the wind as if I was a sail
Say hello to the tide
And wave to my bride
Who’s left behind with memories as a bail
True, the love that she gave
Was unselfish & brave
Yes, there were hours when I thought of staying
Now that the coastline disappears
I’ll go shed my tears
Let ‘em drop into the waters swaying
Beyond the horizon there’s a timid glow
Sparkling eyes of obsidian
Should I question my sight
When it’s only the light
Of the recurrent trial of the rising sun?
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