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When we reach Nantucket Sound, brave boys We'll haul the sails down, haul 'em in for a while One of these days, I'll have much more to say When the harbor is empty and the wind's blowing' wild When we sight the Chilmark downs, brave ones We'll watch for the osprey come from fishing the Great Pond One of these days, these lands will be wild When we're all gone to ashes and the wars all are done When we roam Katama Plains, brave boys The sky will be night and the stars will hang low I'll sing of the wars and I'll sing of their dead Wondering what the ways are to ever have them end When we round the Cape Pogue light, brave ones We'll head her for home, find a place by the fire When the snow's blowing 'round, I'll be walking these roads Thinking that, without you, there's no warm place to lie When we reach Nantucket Sound, brave boys We'll gather our strengths, it's sometimes hard to get by One of these days, I'll have much less to say When the harbor is empty and the tears have run dry ©1981 Cindy Kallet BMI Recorded on Working on Wings to Fly Folk-Legacy Records FSI-83 www.cindykallet.com |