Folk & Traditional Song Lyrics www.traditionalmusic.co.uk Day of the Clipper 
Day of the Clipper (Steve Romanoff)
 You can see the squares of canvas dancing over the horizon you can hear the shanty wailing to the heaving of the men Feel the seas up to your knees and you know the sea is rising And you know the clipper's day has come again
 To the men on high the bosn's cry commands a killing strain 'Til every mothers son begins to break With a harty shout she comes about and heads into the rain And the ship has never seen a better day. 
CHO: Sailing ships and sailing men will sail the open waters Where the only thing that matters is the wind inside the main So, all you loving mothers keep your eye upon your daughters For the sails will mend their tatters and the masts will rise again
 Human dreams and wooden beams are all that makes her go And the magic of the wind upon her sails We'd rather fight the weather than the fishes down below God help us if the rigging ever fails, As the timber creaks the Captain speaks above the vessels groans 'Til every soul on board can hear the call It's nothing but the singing of the ship inside her bones And this is when she likes it best of all 
Sailing ships and sailing men will sail the open waters, where the only thing that matters is the wind inside the main So all you loving mothers keep your eye upon your daughters
 Where the current goes the clipper's nose Is plowing fields of green where fortune takes the crews we wish them well Where men can be either lost at sea or somewhere in between The regions of a heaven and a hell They sail from eastern harbors to the California shore If you set your mind to see them, then, you can As you count eash mast go sailing past You're prouder than before And you know the clipper's day has come again.
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This was written by my good friend Steve Romanoff of the trio SCHOONER FARE. 
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