Cerulean Blue -- Words and Music by Bill Pere I am the ship called Cerulean Blue These are the stories I tell Of the seagoing sailors, the captain and crew, The voyages made on the wings of the wind's magic spell... First break of dawn, the captain shows up, the goodbyes to his friend have been said The men chant their chantey and the anchor is up, On my bow is a new figurehead... Up in the crow's nest is a strapping young lad First time he's ever signed on with a crew Seems that he just had a fight with his Dad But the boy's growing up, He felt it's what he had to do.... In a cabin below is a good sailing man; Been sailing in whaling crews nearly a year Spends his days carving scrimshaws And dreams of a lady who's taught him that love is nothing to fear.. I am the ship called Cerulean Blue These are the stories I tell Of the seagoing sailors, the captain and crew, The voyages made on the wings of the wind's magic spell... Six weeks at sea and the wind wizard's choir Is singin' up a storm and the sky's lookin' bad; A tropical fever's got the captain on fire, Five hundred miles from shore, he went mad.... One of the crew's got the same fever too; He stares at the moon and he clings to the rails The sea is a cauldron of hot witches' brew; I feel the wind's dragon claws startin' to rip through my sails... On the tip of the bow stands the good sailing man .When up from the sea swells the Crest of a Wave Grabs the scrimshaw right out of his hand; As he dives into the storm, he remembers the promise he gave... Up in the crow's nest the young lad cries out; He sees the man overboard and a beacon of light Again the sea reaches up as the bow turns about And a wave rips the figurehead into the teeth of the night Must be God held the helm cause I made it back from this trip Only one crewman lost, and the captain had drowned The lad from the lookout was first off the ship As he embraced with his father whose store had just burned to the ground Wherever men sail, there are stories it seems Of the ladies who wait through the long lonely days Now one nurses her sailor through feverish dreams As he runs from the nightmares that wind through his mind's troubled maze... I am the ship called Cerulean Blue These are the stories I tell Of the seagoing sailors, the captain and crew, The voyages made on the wings of the wind's magic spell... In the tavern you'll still hear the tale sometimes told Of the captain who found that this trip was his last And the lady whose dream would never unfold, And the wedding dress wrapped 'round my mast... The morning after the storm had died down One lonely lady was walking the beach she saw in the sand as she looked at the ground Her face on the scrimshaw a wave had washed up at her feet... Through the thick morning fog I couldn't hear what she said As she looked out on the waves through the mist of a tear For washing in with the tide was my lost figurehead And hanging on for dear life was the sailor she'd missed for a year... All time stood still as she felt his embrace And a woodcarver smiled in the grave where he slept For the great figurehead where he carved his wife's face Saw not only one, but two of love's promises kept.... © 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 |