There's a love in my life neither mistress or wife
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And she waits for me every morning by the sea
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Where the fishing hawk wheels and the sun warms the seals
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There she lays at her silent anchorage for me
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She is fine, she is fleet - she will run, reach or beat
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With a song in her rigging and her sails
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And when day is done we will lay two as one
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And sleep 'neath the rolling rhythm of the stars
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And we sail away off to Jericho Bay
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Where the blue of the sea meets the sky
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And the song that she sings me, it brings me such peace
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When the seas rise up angry and high
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She's a friend of mine...The Minstrel
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There are loons off to port and the porpoises sport
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In her wake as she breaks the rolling main
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And with the wind in her sails, we will run with the whales
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As they swim through their dark, diminishing domain
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And they sail away off to Jericho Bay
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Where the blue of the sea meets the sky
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And the song that she sings me, it brings me such peace
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When the seas rise up angry and high
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She's a friend of mine...The Minstrel
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The Minstrel
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| Dan Fogelberg |
