Words & Music © 1992 Gordon Bok, Timberhead Music
Sailing an old boat back to Maine last year, I was reminded of the many people who have helped me over the years. Not just the older friends who tried to give me their wisdom and the skills to stay alive, but all those others too, whose company makes it so worth living.
The first boat I put out to sea
I didn't know where that boat was going
All I want was away from here and all I knew was keep on rowing
The first boat I took out to sea
I wouldn't have none to sail with me
None to row and none to tow and none to stow my cargo down.
But I come a rollin' through the calm
And all my guiding stars were gone
There was three old sailors by my helm, tell me I don't sail alone.
One named Peter, one named Saul
And one don't claim no name at all
One to sing and one to haul and one to heave me when I fall.
When I stumble on the reef
I've got three good sailors take my grief
One to sail and one to bail and one to hold me when I wail.
So when the wind comes stavin' more
I won't need to run for harbor
I don't need to reed and tack 'cause I don't need to bring her back.
And fog and foul or fair and free
Its all the flamin' same to me
Cause all the good hands ever sail are rollin' down my weather rail.
And when I come for makin' land
I've got three good sailors to my hand
One to stay and one to pray and one to lay this anchor down.
And if I hoist my sail again
Come in sun or go in rain
All the sailors in the sea come hand and haul and steer with me.
One to row and one to tow and one to ease me when I go.
One to row and one to tow and one to heave me when I go.