Cerulean Blue -- Words and Music by Bill Pere
 
I am the ship called Cerulean Blue
These are the stories I tell
Of the seagoing sailors, the captain and crew,
The voyages made on the wings of the wind's magic spell...

First break of dawn, the captain shows up,
the goodbyes to his friend have been said
The men chant their chantey and the anchor is up,
On my bow is a new figurehead...

Up in the crow's nest is a strapping young lad
First time he's ever signed on with a crew
Seems that he just had a fight with his Dad
But the boy's growing up, He felt it's what he had to do....

In a cabin below is a good sailing man;
Been sailing in whaling crews nearly a year
Spends his days carving scrimshaws
And dreams of a lady who's taught him that love is nothing to fear..

I am the ship called Cerulean Blue
These are the stories I tell
Of the seagoing sailors, the captain and crew,
The voyages made on the wings of the wind's magic spell...

Six weeks at sea and the wind wizard's choir
Is singin' up a storm and the sky's lookin' bad;
A tropical fever's got the captain on fire,
Five hundred miles from shore, he went mad....

One of the crew's got the same fever too;
He stares at the moon and he clings to the rails
The sea is a cauldron of hot witches' brew;
I feel the wind's dragon claws startin' to rip through my sails...

On the tip of the bow stands the good sailing man
.When up from the sea swells the Crest of a Wave
Grabs the scrimshaw right out of his hand;
As he dives into the storm, he remembers the promise he gave...

Up in the crow's nest the young lad cries out;
He sees the man overboard and a beacon of light
Again the sea reaches up as the bow turns about
And a wave rips the figurehead into the teeth of the night
 
Must be God held the helm cause I made it back from this trip
Only one crewman lost, and the captain had drowned
The lad from the lookout was first off the ship
As he embraced with his father whose store had just burned to the ground

Wherever men sail, there are stories it seems
Of the ladies who wait through the long lonely days
Now one nurses her sailor through feverish dreams
As he runs from the nightmares that wind through his mind's troubled maze...

I am the ship called Cerulean Blue
These are the stories I tell
Of the seagoing sailors, the captain and crew,
The voyages made on the wings of the wind's magic spell...

In the tavern you'll still hear the tale sometimes told
Of the captain who found that this trip was his last
And the lady whose dream would never unfold,
And the wedding dress wrapped 'round my mast...

The morning after the storm had died down
One lonely lady was walking the beach
she saw in the sand as she looked at the ground
Her face on the scrimshaw a wave had washed up at her feet...

Through the thick morning fog I couldn't hear what she said
As she looked out on the waves through the mist of a tear
For washing in with the tide was my lost figurehead
And hanging on for dear life was the sailor she'd missed for a year...

All time stood still as she felt his embrace
And a woodcarver smiled in the grave where he slept
For the great figurehead where he carved his wife's face
Saw not only one, but two of  love's promises kept....

Copyright Bill Pere, MysticMusic/KidThink Music All Rights Reserved

 

 


"If a man tried to take his time on earth and prove before he died what one man's life could be worth,  I wonder what would happen to this world?"  --- Harry Chapin