Cape Sable Blues

Verse 1 Out on the southern edge where the cold Atlantic sighs, Cape Sable’s listening with the wind in its eyes. Fog drums a slow heartbeat on the hull of night, Ships cut through the dark, chasing a fading light. Chorus Oh, the sea, she’s a memory, a chain of broken tracks, Ringing like a bell in the hull’s old brass. Cape Sable, where the thunder meets the spray, We sing for the lost souls who drifted away. Verse 2 There were tides and errors, there were storms and cries, A thousand stories tangled in seaworthied lies. Names carved in salt on the planks of memory, But most fade to whispers in the foam’s gray sea. Bridge In the silence between waves, the sea keeps her scores, Blue notes on a ledger of wrecks and roars. Lighthouses blink like ghosts in a chorus line, Guiding the brave, swallowing the brine. Verse 3 The Hungarian would’ve sailed with a dream and a toast, But the harbor kept its promise to never forget the cost. Sails in the dawn, then the night took the sound, And only the gulls kept the tune around. Chorus Oh, the sea, she’s a memory, a chain of broken tracks, Ringing like a bell in the hull’s old brass. Cape Sable, where the thunder meets the spray, We sing for the lost souls who drifted away. Verse 4 Now the shoreline keeps vigil with a patient song, Environmental whispers echo of days gone strong. Ships in the legends, tides turning with shame, We honor the names, we whisper each name. Guitar solo (blues howl with tremolo, echoing foghorns) Verse 5 So raise a glass to the sailors, to the brave and the bold, To the stories that wrinkle the heart and never grow old. Cape Sable’s heart beat on in the salt and the breeze, In the rhythm of wrecks, and the wind through the trees. Final Chorus Oh, the sea, she’s a memory, a chain of broken tracks, Ringing like a bell in the hull’s old brass. Cape Sable, where the thunder meets the spray, We sing for the lost souls who drifted away. We sing for the lost souls who drifted away.