Lyrics
Sailed out early sun was low
Waves hit hard at Woods Hole flow
Heavy chop broke the steady pace
Salt stung sharp on a weathered face
Engine coughed near the lighthouse gray
Wouldn't spark no light no way
Set the course to Falmouth shore
Praying luck would give us more
Mama pale kid's stomach turned
Salt in the air and bodies burned
Passed the rip the tide's cruel game
Every wave it screamed my name
Rocky beach came into sight
Anchor dropped in fading light
Loose battery cold and weak
Hope was thin but we found the creek
Motored slow through brackish brine
Dreamt of rest with hands entwined
The sea it laughed the sea it cried
But we lived through her savage tide
Mama pale kid's stomach turned
Salt in the air and bodies burned
Passed the rip the tide's cruel game
Every wave it screamed my name