Day of the Clipper

You can see the squares of canvas dancing over the horizon
 You can hear the chanty wailing to the heaving of the men
 You can feel the seas up to your knees and you know the sea is risin'
 And you know the clipper's day has come again
 To the men on high the bos'n's cry commands a killing strain
 'Til every mother's son begins to pray
 With a hearty shout she comes about and she heads into the rain
 And the ship has never seen a better day
 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 eyes upon your daughters
 For the sails will mend their tatters and the masts will rise again
 Wooden beams and human dreams 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 vessel's 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 eyes upon your daughters
 For the sails will mend their tatters and the masts will rise again
 Where the current goes the clipper's nose is plowing fields of green
 Where fortune takes the crews we wish them well
 Where men could be when lost at sea is somewhere in between
 The regions of a heaven and a hell
 Well they're sailing eastern harbors and the California shore
 If you set your mind to see them then you can
 As you count each mast go sailing past you, prouder than before
 Then you'll know the clipper's day has come again
 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 eyes upon your daughters
 For the sails will mend their tatters and the masts will rise again
 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 eyes upon your daughters
 For the sails will mend their tatters and the masts will rise again
 So all you loving mothers keep your eyes upon your daughters
 For the sails will mend their tatters and the masts will rise again