The sleek and graceful clipper ship
Plies the seven seas no more.
Her runs now take her leeward
Hanging closely to the shore;
But her lofty sails still billow
And soon she's underway
T'ward that one last, red horizon
As the sun sets on her day.
Just as that ancient clipper ship
We all shall have our day,
Our holds are emptied...crew has left,
And gear's been stowed away.
We're free to loiter in the shade
Or doze out in the sun.
That final port is well in sight
And soon OUR day is done.
Yet...now and then...a gentle breeze
Will fill our sails again,
We leap ahead with freshened souls
As we remember...when
We rounded capes and weathered storms,
And paid our way each year;
But as the graceful clipper ship...
Our sunset's drawing near.
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