Song of the mystic whaler

Song of the mystic whaler

Come on board to play and work
come on board to learn to sing and praise the mystic whaler
sailing on the mighty Hudson

Come sing the mystic whaler
hoist the ropes rig the lines climb her wooden masts
ready to sail upon the mystic whaler
the winding turns through narrow straights and vibrant winds
her sails are free to climb
she brings hope and changes lives
The Clearwater sails the tides

A living classroom that breathes from life in the autumns of young lives
come hear the children laughing the voices singing
and people learning from nature’s way about the river and how to keep
It clean. Come learn the history of the majestic Hudson

Come feel the wind upon your back as you lift her mighty sails
to hear the bowing creak to walk the masts and touch the stern
And walk her wooden decks
Breathe a fragrance from its shores that lights the spark from nature and fires the teaching they require

Look yonder at the marshes plants in their estuaries at birds nesting by the
Somber shores
 Upon the banks grasses gently swaying
Light of being in its living
 Shadows cast on golden dawns passing by along the tide where the crickets lie
Jetted rocks with Cyprus trees lean to reach the sky
Voices of gulls to the right flying low to the tide
Sun is rising the sun is setting upon the fishing nets

Once when the river was dying of DDT pcbs and of sewer rot
Now is clean and living free thanks to a concerning lot
The beautiful Hudson River shapes the stillness and flowers of the day
The falling leaf on windblown tides  

Small towns where beacons lit the harbor on its winding curves
Subtle seclusions and of its singing birds
Where stars unite and bring delight
Come ride the mystic whaler