| I never used to miss the chance
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| To climb upon his knee
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| Listen to the many tales
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| Of life upon the sea
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| We’d go sailin’back on barkentines
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| An’talk of things he did
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| Tomorrow just a day away
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| For the captain and the kid
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| His world had gone from sailin’ships
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| To rakin’mom’s backyard
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| He never could adjust to land
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| Although he tried so hard
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| We both were growin’older then
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| Wiser with our years
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| That’s when i came to understand
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| The course his heart still steered
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| He died about a month ago
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| While winter filled the air
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| And though i cried i was so proud
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| To love a man so rare
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| He’s somewhere on the ocean now
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| A place he outta be With one hand on the starboard rail
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| He’s wavin’back at me
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| I never used to miss the chance
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| To climb upon his knee
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| Listen to his many tales
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| Of life upon the sea
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| We’d go sailin’back on barkentines
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| Talk of things he did
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| The world was just a day away
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| For the captain and the kid
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| For the captain
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| And this kid |