Brothers DeepBy Eric (Rick) TrueHalf a lifetime from the golden years the tides keep rolling in in the mighty waves I hear their spirit calling me again. Shaking sails and cetecean tales of yore unfold. In the wailing wind my ancient friends keep calling out to my soul. Mr brothers deep keep calling my soul. I hear them call when the sloop keel rolls. Over the top I watch them blow my brothers deep are calling my soul. The big wheel kicks and the main sail grows my brothers deep keep calling my soul. The windsongs play and the sheets fill up the brine wet kissing my eyes. I'm coming up with a roaring rush the waves fall into the sky. Cross the watery dawn the sun smiles in the blue-gray turns to gold my brothers deep and the mystic wind keep calling out to my soul. I knew all along that we were one where the sea always meets the sky. The wheelhouse rocks on the morning run now we're rolling side by side. Over the top there's an old wild song sacred love song of old. When the trick is done and the run moves on I keep singing it in my soul. My brothers deep keep calling my soul. I hear them call when the sloop keel rolls. Over the top I watch them blow my brothers deep are calling my soul. The big wheel kicks and the main sails grow my brothers deep keep calling my soul. celtic type lyrics |