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♪ It's Maine, and it's Autumn, the birches have just begun turning♪
♪ It's life and it's dying♪
♪ The lobstermen's boats come returning ♪
♪ with the catch of the day in their holds♪
♪ And the young boy is cold and complaining♪
♪ The fog meets the beaches and out on the Reach it is raining♪
♪ It's father and son, it's the way it's been done since the old days♪
♪ It's hauling by hand ten miles out from the land where their chow waits♪
♪ And the days are all lonely and long and the seas grow so stormy and strong but...♪
♪ The Reach will sing welcome as homeward they hurry along ♪
♪ And the morning will blow away as the waves crash and fall♪
♪ And the Reach like a siren sings as she beckons and calls♪
♪ As the coastline recedes from view and the seas swell and roll♪
♪ I will take from the Reach all that she has to teach to the depths of my soul♪
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♪ The wind brings a chill, there's a frost on the sill in the morning♪
♪ It creeps through the door♪
♪ On the edge of the shore ice is forming♪
♪ Soon the northers will bluster and blow♪
♪ And the woods will be whitened with snowfall♪
♪ And the Reach will lie frozen for the lost and unchosen to row♪
♪ And the morning will blow away as the waves crash and fall♪
♪ And the Reach like a siren sings as she beckons and calls♪
♪ As the coastline recedes from view and the seas swell and roll♪
♪ I will take from the Reach all that she has to teach to the depths of my soul ♪
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[Music fades away...]