A lifetime of struggle I spent
Pushing the rope and the boat
Sometimes the winds helped me, Oft times not
Still, I pushed off to sea everyday when the tide let out
And, I tried to come in as when the tide helped me
Drag my net, I did, as much as it let me
Hoping for a full one I did, Hoping for a better one I prayed
Sea Spray in my eyes, my ears, running down me bootens
Salt stinging, staining the bunch
Hope and the Sea, my life
But, after I die, I hope you remember me, the smile, the laugh, helping ole widow Westhimer or the other, Elaine of the West, and your Grand Dad, Old Whistler,
Cause, my time and yours,
On the Sea of life,
Just one swell to the next, just one storm to survive, just another rise to overcome
You and I, and
what comes after
After I die,
Comes the swell, let my soul go out with the tide
