The Reach

It's Maine, and it's Autumn, the birches have just begun turning

It's life and it's dying

The lobstermen's boats come returning with the catch of the day in their holds

And the young boy is cold and complaining

The fog meets the beaches and out on the Reach it is raining

It's father and son, it's the way it's been done since the old days

It's hauling by hand ten miles out from the land where their chow waits

And the days are all lonely and long and the seas grow so stormy and strong but...

The Reach will sing welcome as homeward they hurry along

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And the morning will blow away as the waves crash and fall

And the Reach like a siren sings as she beckons and calls

As the coastline recedes from view and the seas swell and roll

I will take from the Reach all that she has to teach to the depths of my soul

The wind brings a chill, there's a frost on the sill in the morning

It creeps through the door

On the edge of the shore ice is forming

Soon the northers will bluster and blow

And the woods will be whitened with snowfall

And the Reach will lie frozen for the lost and unchosen to row

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