牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋?牋牋牋牋牋?Lyrics ?975 Ruth Moore
牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋?牋牋牋牋牋?Music ?1986 Gordon Bok
牋牋牋牋牋?Ruth has written the definitive novels of the Maine coast as it was when I was growing up here.?One day she handed me this poem, claiming it wanted a tune.?This young fellow, most likely a lobsterman, is listening to the buoy off Cutler Harbor, but now it is above him, and he has?just figured out that he's drowning.
Gordon ?12-string guitar
牋牋牋牋牋?Sleepy sound from the breakers calling me back to shore
牋牋牋牋?Whistle it soft to the silver river
牋牋牋牋?Whistle it loud to the drumming sea
牋牋牋牋?Whistle it low to the moon and morning
牋牋牋牋?Not to me, never to me.
牋牋牋牋?For I'm swinging high in another country, swinging low
牋牋牋牋?Rolling it easy and the dolphins follow me where I go
牋牋牋牋?Whistle it loud to the flood tide making
牋牋牋牋?Whistle it soft to the wheeling sun
牋牋牋牋?Whistle it wild to my girl's heart breaking
牋牋牋牋?She'll remember; she was the one
牋牋牋牋?Spring comes warm over Little River, storm comes black
牋牋牋牋?I was headed home when the Indian Giver took me back'
牋牋牋牋?Whistle it high to the graybeard breakers
牋牋牋牋?Where the secret over the great shoals ran
牋牋牋牋?Whistle the world that was in my pocket
牋牋牋牋?repeat # 1