Track Insight / Lyrics
Granite shoulders, cold and gray,
Lobster boats drift far away.
Salt spray kisses weathered wood,
Stories whispered, understood.
Old Man Hemlock, a face like stone,
Mends his nets, completely alone.
Haunted harbors, a spectral gleam,
Living echoes of a fisherman's dream.
The fog rolls in, a silent shroud,
Whispers of sailors, calling aloud.
Lamps turn slowly, a warning sign,
Where the dark sea meets the coastline.
Bar Harbor ghosts, in the ocean breeze,
Salty tales among the cedar trees.
Granite coastlines, forever hold,
Stories whispered, brave and bold.
Sarah's lantern, a flickering spark,
Guiding lost souls through the endless dark.
She waits for Thomas, lost at sea,
A beacon of hope for eternity.
The fog rolls in, a silent shroud,
Whispers of sailors, calling aloud.
Lamps turn slowly, a warning sign,
Where the dark sea meets the coastline.
Bar Harbor ghosts, in the ocean breeze,
Salty tales among the cedar trees.
Granite coastlines, forever hold,
Stories whispered, brave and bold.
Rusting anchors, a mournful sound,
Where fortunes lost and lives were drowned.
Captain Blackwood, a weathered hand,
Still charts a course to a distant land.
Waves crash onward, a rhythmic beat,
Washing secrets from under our feet.
The lighthouse watches, silent and tall,
Protecting the harbor, answering the call.
Bar Harbor ghosts, in the ocean breeze,
Salty tales among the cedar trees.
Granite coastlines, forever hold,
Stories whispered, brave and bold.
Each chipped seashell, a memory kept,
Of sailors sleeping, serenely slept.
The harbor breathes with a timeless grace,
A wild beauty in this lonely place.
Bar Harbor ghosts, in the ocean breeze,
Salty tales among the cedar trees.
Granite coastlines, forever hold,
Stories whispered, brave and bold.
Lamps still turning, slow and bright,
Guiding the lost through the long dark night.
Bar Harbor whispers, soft and low,
Granite and ghosts, where the wild winds blow.
