The Gales Of 1838
They say she walks in the water
Her whistles silence the day
She helps the smugglers turn their crimes
Into American dimes
To Canadian dollars, opium, and haze
At the foot of Woodward
There's a condition or two
To shade the custom's review
All the young women overdressed in their long-coats
Allow us to drink on their wine
Our eyes turn to glass and shine on blind
So I've had wine and wine and wine
And more wine tonight
And tonight I saw their world
And I'm so far from it now
Well, I'm collapsing like the lighthouse
In the gales of 1838
She takes musicians to Bois Blanc
She'll take the dancers there too
And at the end of the long nights
She'll take them back by lamplight
But until then she stays clear out of view
Before we dock at Richmond
There's a hidden tax of merit
Where all the boaters inherit
One dollar for every Lincoln brought in
We'll exchange them their Loonies and unwind
Our eyes turn to glass and shine on blind
So I've had wine and wine and wine
And more wine tonight
And tonight I saw their world
And I'm so far from it now
Well, I'm collapsing like the lighthouse
In the gales of 1838
So I've had wine and wine and wine
And more wine tonight
And tonight I saw their world
I'm so far from it now
I'm collapsing like the lighthouse
In the gales of 1838
Her whistles silence the day
She helps the smugglers turn their crimes
Into American dimes
To Canadian dollars, opium, and haze
At the foot of Woodward
There's a condition or two
To shade the custom's review
All the young women overdressed in their long-coats
Allow us to drink on their wine
Our eyes turn to glass and shine on blind
So I've had wine and wine and wine
And more wine tonight
And tonight I saw their world
And I'm so far from it now
Well, I'm collapsing like the lighthouse
In the gales of 1838
She takes musicians to Bois Blanc
She'll take the dancers there too
And at the end of the long nights
She'll take them back by lamplight
But until then she stays clear out of view
Before we dock at Richmond
There's a hidden tax of merit
Where all the boaters inherit
One dollar for every Lincoln brought in
We'll exchange them their Loonies and unwind
Our eyes turn to glass and shine on blind
So I've had wine and wine and wine
And more wine tonight
And tonight I saw their world
And I'm so far from it now
Well, I'm collapsing like the lighthouse
In the gales of 1838
So I've had wine and wine and wine
And more wine tonight
And tonight I saw their world
I'm so far from it now
I'm collapsing like the lighthouse
In the gales of 1838
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Writer(s): Gregory Mcintosh
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