Northern Wind

© Words and music by Ray Scudero. All rights reserved.

Sundown on the harbor,
Full moon on the rise.
Spring tide on the inward rock,
Seagulls in the skies.
Old sailor on the waterfront
Like a statue on the pier.
If his thoughts were sung,
Then this is what you’d hear:

(Chorus:)

Blow, northern wind,
Fill my sail again—
Carry this old boat and me
Far on out to sea.
Blow, northern wind,
You’ve always been my friend—
Now take me out to where I want to be.

Moonlight on the harbor,
Sailing on his mind.
Spars could use a coat of varnish,
Splices need a bind.
Oh, the rigging is as old as the man that tends the wheel,
And his troubles weigh as heavy as the keel.

Blow, northern wind,
Fill my sail again—
Carry this old boat and me
Far on out to sea.
Blow, northern wind,
You’ve always been my friend—
Now take me out to where I want to be.

Sunrise on the harbor,
The wind is on the rise.
The tide is running swifter
Than the tear-fall from his eyes.
As he frees the lines that hold the boat
A captive to the shore,
He sets his spirit sailing evermore.

Blow, northern wind,
Fill my sail again—
Carry this old boat and me
Far on out to sea.
Blow, northern wind,
You’ve always been my friend—
Now take me out to where I want to be.




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