Uploaded on Mar 12, 2011 by sturoc0
The soundtrack is Mountain’s ‘ Road goes ever On ‘ live version of this classic. A small passage was edited out in order to complete the video sync. This video is my first foray into Win Movie Maker, the program does have some limitations.
The tall ship Soren Larsen & crew are featured as well as numerous Cape Cod area photos and historical images including one letter from sea.
The Whale photos are real and are not photoshop-ed in any way. Having seen them in their ocean environment one on one, We respect those great creatures of the sea.
Lyrics below.
Enjoy
Goodbye, little Robin-Marie
Don’t try following me
Don’t cry, little Robin-Marie
‘Cause you know I’m coming home soon
My ships’ leaving on a three-year tour
The next tide will take us from shore
Windlaced, gather in sail and spray
Fly your willow branches
Wrap your body round my soul
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets
There are years behind us reaching
To the place where hearts are beating
And I know you’re the last true love I’ll ever meet
And I know you’re the last true love I’ll ever meet
Starbuck’s sharpening his harpoon
The black man is playing his tune
An old salt’s sleeping his watch away
He’ll be drunk again before noon
Three years sailing on bended knee
We found no whales in the sea
Don’t cry, little Robin-Marie
‘Cause we’ll be in sight of land soon
Fly your willow branches
Wrap your body round my soul
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets
There are years behind us reaching
To the place where hearts are beating
And I know you’re the last true love I’ll ever meet
And I know you’re the last true love I’ll ever meet
Hands down their best song. Good choice, Paraclete.
Brings back memories or my time up in Canada back in ’71. Most people thought I went up there to dodge the draft (didn’t need to. I did the only intelligent thing I could think of at the time – never registered to begin with).
No. I went up there to get the hell away from the Fascist pig cops here in CA. Smartest thing I ever did in my youth.
Thanks for the memories, Paraclete. 🙂