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I have been to sea under canvas sails
From a wooden deck felt the rising swells
Climbed the rigging high going back in time
Watched the Mayport light disappear behind
I saw her moored by a downtown street
Spent a night aboard in disbelief
That I'd go to sea under canvas sails
See the ocean greet me with open arms.
Out of sight of land nothing else to
do
But to set a course and to watch the sun
Held her in my hand felt the tiller push
Over ninety feet working with the wind.
She's resting now with her canvas sails
Far beneath the blue where she used to glide
But I went to sea under canvas sails
And for me she's sailing still inside.
Instrumental twice
Copyright 2008
Mark Andrew Smith
For the 30th anniversary of my first
sail on the
Pride of Baltimore
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