Tatterdemalion Words and Music by Bill Pere

She sat and sewed the sails that swept him out to sea
She wove a dream that was never meant to be
She loved the captain, but the captain loved his ship
Her arms were just a place to rest between each trip

As her needle sailed the waves of canvas cloth, she'd often dream
Of a wedding dress of fine embroidered lace
An ocean windstorm dashed her dream, for as the crippled ship came home
Her captain's bunk was just an empty space...

In the tavern you'll still hear them tell the tale
Of the ship that met the talons of the ocean's autumn gale
How the ropes and masts came tumblin' down
How that ship still wears those battered sails
Like a tatterdemalion gown...

Each night she'd walk the waterfront, she'd stand awhile and stare
At that ship's shell floating out beyond the pier
The needlepointed starlit sky shone on shredded sails
She'd dream about her wedding dress and shed a tear

Her friends told her not to cling to threads of a love whose time was past
And to forget the maelstrom in her mind
She said she could sew so many things but she could not mend her heart
Though the tapestry is faded, it once hung rich and fine...

In the tavern you'll still hear them tell the tale
Of the ship that met the talons of the ocean's autumn gale
How the ropes and masts came tumblin' down
How that ship still wears those battered sails
Like a tatterdemalion gown...

One restless night she took a boat out to that wreck beyond the pier
And snatched a shred of sailcloth from a broken mast
The townsfolk searched for many days, but it seemed she disappeared
No one was quite sure who saw her last

But in the ocean's mist of memories and tears of yesterday's rain
If you look real close and maybe take a guess
Amidst the rippling remnants of the sails, wrapped 'round the mast
Is what seems to be a fine embroidered dress...

In the tavern you'll still hear them tell the tale
Of the ship that met the talons of the ocean's autumn gale
How the ropes and masts came tumblin' down
How that ship still wears those battered sails
Like a tatterdemalion gown..
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Copyright Bill Pere, MysticMusic/KidThink Music All Rights Reserved

 

 

 


"If a man tried to take his time on earth and prove before he died what one man's life could be worth,  I wonder what would happen to this world?"  --- Harry Chapin