Garnet Rogers - Next Turn of the Wheel lyrics

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Garnet Rogers - Next Turn of the Wheel lyrics

It can break your heart to watch the sun Strike gold along this shore Where the little boats still bump and spin As they did long years before. The harbor lights burn dim tonight They've closed these boats all down. The men all stand in silence On the corners of the town. They stand and smoke by empty stores. They watch the cars roll by. They stair into the distance With hard and angry eyes. So it's farewell to the harbor. It's farewell to the fields. Farewell to deep salt water That swells beneath your keel. What's gone is lost forever. I pray someday we're here And that we'll meet again some brighter day, Next turn of the wheel. The houses here look much the same Well, perhaps a bit more worn And the shingles gleam like silver As they did when we were born And the sent of pine, and moss, and vine... Yes, and rose and bay leaf too Still spice the warm and fragrant air As they did back in our youth So it's farewell to the harbor. Oh, it's farewell to the fields. Farewell to deep salt water That swells beneath your keel. What's gone is lost forever. I pray someday we're here And that we'll meet again some brighter day, Next turn of the wheel. I dipped my hand into the sea. I raised it to my mouth. The sun-warmed breeze stirred the air As it blew up from the south. And the air was sweet with blossoms And the sea was salt with tears And the sun danced on the water. I was swept back through the years. I climbed the hill and I paused for breath, Yes, and one last backward glance. Down by the green-as-emeralds hill The fragile corn flowers dance I stood once more and I crossed the ridge Of that dear and familiar hill And the beating of the waves was lost Like heart forever stilled. So it's farewell to the harbor. It's farewell to the fields. Farewell to deep salt water That swells beneath your keel. What's gone is lost forever. I pray someday we're here And that we'll meet again some brighter day, Next turn of the wheel.

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