It's written of in papers, books and magazines
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For centuries adventurers set sail
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In schooners, clippers, sloops and brigs and barquentines
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O'er the deep blue ocean to prevail
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Believing their dominion o'er the great salt sea
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They'd snare the fish and smite the mighty whale
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But for every man who lived to boast his victory
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A score or more were thwarted by the gale
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CHORUS:
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As evenings curtain falls upon me like a shroud
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I'm thinking of their cold eternal sleep
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Beneath the waves far too many souls to count
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Lost out in the darkness on the deep
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There always will be men who sail the ocean blue
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But the romance is a thing of history
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In these hard times a man just does what he has to
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Providing for his wife and family
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Not long ago just off the coast of Provincetown
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They found a radio beacon bobbing in a field of debris
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Three days they did search but they never found
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The crew who worked aboard the Candy B
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Evening's Curtain
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| Mark Erelli |
