Gordon Bok - Trochus boats

I am ^Aliving ^Ddry and ^Aplacid now, a^Emong encircling mountains An ^Dold man^A still re^Dmember^Aing the ^Bdays that used to ^Ebe But I ^Dclose my eyes and ^Alive again, those ^F#mdays of sweat and ^C#mlaughter When we ^Dworked the trochus ^Aluggers in the ^Ewestern Coral ^ASea ^E

Sailing ^Ain a ^Dblack hulled ^Alugger with a ^Elookout at the masthead You may ^Ddrift a^Along the ^Dcoral ^Acays and ^Banchor where you ^Eplease In the ^Dglassy leeside ^Awaters of some ^F#mrocky offshore ^C#misland Though the ^Douter reef be ^Atrembling under ^Epounding whitened ^Aseas

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You may ^Aanchor ^Dcalm and ^Asafely in the ^Eshallows over coral Where the ^Dwaters ^Aglimmer ^Dpeacock^A in a ^Bhundred shifting ^Eshades You can ^Dhear the rippling ^Awavelets tinkle ^F#mgently on the ^C#mbeaches And the ^Dstays and braces ^Athrumming in the ^Esoutheast ^Atrades

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To the ^Anorth of ^DLizard ^AIsland and to the ^Esouth of Iron Range In my ^Ddreams I ^Aam re^Dturning^A to the ^Bplace where I would ^Ebe To the ^Dlaughing Torres ^AStraitsmen singing ^F#msoftly in the ^C#mtwilight To the ^Dtrochus lugger's ^Aanchorage in ^EPrincess Charlotte ^ABay

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