There's a young man there on the docks of Rhode Island where the waves stand tall and the sun sets quiet.
He grabs his things and he starts on walking past the old, worn shores to the edge of the water.
He looks on through to the dawning horizans where the storm is gathered and the glass sea shatters.
He says to himself, my girl I'll see you soon.
I hope the wind blows me through.
My love i'm sailing to you.
And if the skies all fall down, this boat may never be found.
His hopes lay battered as the rain falls faster and the cold black sea becomes his master.
The canvas is torn and his flag is no more.
He's been swept away from the distant shore.
He looks on through to the dawning horizans where the sky is blue and the day is new.
He says to himself, my girl I'll be there soon.
I hope the wind blows me through.
My love i'm sailing to you.
And if the skies all fall down, this boat may never be found.

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