Rye Harbour

Rick Lang

At sunrise in the Harbour, you can watch the ships set sail
Feel the breeze of the water, and taste the salty air

Seaweed and bits of driftwood lay washed up on the shore
When it’s clear you can look out
…..and see the Isles Of Shoals

Seagulls hover overhead, you see them everywhere
The song they sing seems to fill the air

Ever since I can remember, this harbors’ been my home
Got sailors blood running’ through me
….It’s all I’ve ever known

Daddy used to take me with him, showed me how to knot a rope
Set the sail, adjust the riggin’
Chart a course….up and down the coast

There is nothin’ like the freedom of the open sea
No other place on earth I’d rather be

The sun sets in the harbor, to end another day
When you look out at the horizon
……it will take your breath away

The beacon from Nubble Lighthouse, will guide the boats to shore
The fisherman will weigh their catch
…and make their way back home