The skies over Cuba turned pink with the light And the waterfront ritual began to ignite All the ships in the harbor were warmed by the sun Twenty-fifth of November, 1921
On the old Chicamauga the Signal Jacks flew And the message they spelled out caused a great bally hoo Every ship in Havana then hoisted away All the pennants were 'a flyin' on my dad's first birthday
Enduring echoes call out from his past Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
Now his storybook childhood was not make believe On the decks of a tall ship he was taught to achieve Witnessed storms and starvation natural wonders and force Oh the life of a sailor steers a wanderin' course
Enduring echoes call out from his past Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
Well now life throws us curve balls we never can reach He gave up the ocean but he lived by the beach Where he raised up his family taught us all to survive Then the wind went away in 1995
Now the old Chicamauga has slipped by the ways She lies on the bottom of old Mobile Bay Where the ghosts of his father and his brother are near They protect him and tell him there's nothin' to fear Cause it's family tradition we take to the sea And it's a time in the future for Cameron and me
Enduring echoes call out from his past Time ain't for saving no time's not for that Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
The skies over Cuba were warmed by the sun Twenty-fifth of November 1921Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
