Farewell to the Harbor - Studio-Quality AI Music Generator by Tangra AI

The morning is cold on the stones of the pier,The salt in the air is the taste of a tear.I’ve tethered the ropes and I’ve emptied the hold,For the wind in my bones says I’m weary and old.My hands are as rough as the bark on a tree,From fifty long winters spent out on the sea.But the tide’s pulling out and the sky’s turning gray,It’s time that I put all my tackle away.So fare thee well, my Galway bay,I’m leaving the blue for the green and the clay.No more will I sail where the wild rollers foam,Fare thee well, I am heading for home.Fare thee well, I am heading for home.I remember the nights when the nets were all full,And the strength of the haul gave the pulley a pull.Through the storms of December and heat of July,With nothing but stars for to measure the sky.She was sturdy and true, through the swell and the gale,With the spray on the deck and the wind in the sail.Now she sits in the dock with her paint peeling thin,Waiting for journeys she’ll never begin.So fare thee well, my Galway bay,I’m leaving the blue for the green and the clay.No more will I sail where the wild rollers foam,Fare thee well, I am heading for home.Fare thee well, I am heading for home.The young men are shouting, they’re eager and brave,They’ve yet to be humbled by wind or by wave.I watch from the shore as they head for the deep,With promises made that the ocean won't keep.I’ll sit by the fire when the evening grows late,And tell of the monsters that bit at the bait.But my heart stays behind where the curlews all cry,Under the wide and the wandering sky.So fare thee well, my Galway bay,I’m leaving the blue for the green and the clay.No more will I sail where the wild rollers foam,Fare thee well, I am heading for home.Fare thee well, I am heading for home.The tide’s pulling out.The harbor is still.I’m heading for home.

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