Morning tide climbs the wooden pilings
Salt crusts the pliers in my calloused grip
Gulls cry above the tangled rigging
I splice the line where storm waves dip
Harbor wakes to the dial tone's ring
Salt and wire hold the harbor fast
Salt and wire built to outlast
Voice rides current through the storm
Salt and wire keep us warm
Salt and wire keep us warm
Fog rolls thick across the mooring rings
Insulation cracks where barnacles bite
Static hums where the bell buoy sings
I tape the joint against the night
Connection holds through the driving rain
Salt and wire hold the harbor fast
Salt and wire built to outlast
Voice rides current through the storm
Salt and wire keep us warm
Salt and wire keep us warm
Lantern lens sweeps the channel mouth
Keeper's log marks each gale and squall
My lineman's belt fits south to north
I answer every distress call
Light and line guide the wandering home
Salt and wire hold the harbor fast
Salt and wire built to outlast
Voice rides current through the storm
Salt and wire keep us warm
Salt and wire keep us warm
Copper sings when the nor'easter blows
Ground rod driven in tidal clay
Signal passes where nobody goes
Steady hand on the frayed array
Current flows where the dark tide runs
Sunset paints the mastheads copper gold
Coil the slack on the weathered reel
Stories carried on the lines I hold
Harbor breathes beneath the keel
Night watch keeps the circuit whole
Salt and wire hold the harbor fast
Salt and wire built to outlast
Voice rides current through the storm
Salt and wire keep us warm
Salt and wire keep us warm
Line stays live when the lantern fails
Salt and wire
Line holds true