Track Insight / Lyrics
The harbor breathes a salty spray,
Where granite cliffs meet the bay.
Lobster boats with weathered grace,
Find their rhythm, time and space.
Old Man Hemlock, weathered and worn,
Has seen a thousand storms be born.
He mends his nets with steady hand,
A silent watchman of the land.
The fog rolls in, a ghostly white,
Hiding the islands from the light.
A distant horn, a mournful plea,
The ocean's secrets call to me.
Granite and foam, a timeless hold,
Stories whispered, brave and bold.
Bar Harbor sleeps, then wakes anew,
Salt in the air, and skies of blue.
Young Sarah's father, strong and free,
Hauls his traps out to the sea.
He checks the buoys, a careful eye,
Beneath the gulls that circle by.
The fog rolls in, a ghostly white,
Hiding the islands from the light.
A distant horn, a mournful plea,
The ocean's secrets call to me.
Granite and foam, a timeless hold,
Stories whispered, brave and bold.
Bar Harbor sleeps, then wakes anew,
Salt in the air, and skies of blue.
The lighthouse beam, a guiding star,
Cuts through the darkness, near and far.
A steady pulse, a watchful friend,
Until the stormy night shall end.
The waves crash down with mighty roar,
Against the cliffs forevermore.
A wild, untamed and rugged scene,
Where life is hard, and souls are keen.
Granite and foam, a timeless hold,
Stories whispered, brave and bold.
Bar Harbor sleeps, then wakes anew,
Salt in the air, and skies of blue.
The tourists come, and quickly go,
But locals feel the undertow.
They know the rhythm of the tide,
And secrets that the harbors hide.
Granite and foam, a timeless hold,
Stories whispered, brave and bold.
Bar Harbor sleeps, then wakes anew,
Salt in the air, and skies of blue.
The harbor sighs, a gentle breeze,
Among the ancient cedar trees.
Granite and foam, forever bound,
A peaceful solace can be found.
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