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Half a lifetime from the golden years

and the tides keep rolling in

and in the mighty waves I hear

their spirit calling me again.

Shaking sails and cetecean

and tales of yore unfold.

In the weeping wind my ancient friends

keep calling out to my soul.



Mr brothers deep keep calling my soul.

I hear them call when the sloop keel rolls.

Over the top I watch them blow

my brothers deep are calling my soul.

The big wheel kicks and the main sails grow

and my brothers deep keep calling my soul.



The windsongs play and the sheets fill up

and the brine is in my eyes.

I'm coming up with a roaring rush

the waves fall into the sky.

Cross the watery dawn the sun smiles in

and the blue-gray turns to gold

and my brothers deep and the restless wind

keep calling out to my soul.



Well I knew all along that we were one

where the sea always meets the sky.

The wheelhouse rocks on the morning run

now we're rolling side by side.

Over the top there's an old wild song

the sacred love songs of old.

When the trick is done and the run moves on

they keep singing on in my soul.



My brothers deep keep calling my soul.

I hear them call when the sloop keel rolls.

Over the top I watch them blow

my brothers deep are calling my soul.

The big wheel kick and the main sails grow

and my brothers deep keep calling my soul.