Silver Girl - Patrick Park

That howling wind, it comes

Knocking on her door

You know I want her here

But it wants her more

She’s a sad-eyed silver skinner

With worn & broken decks

And you can hear her moan

As the main sail sets

She says, «Hang on silver girl

It’s going to be alright, now»

«Alright I’ll throw you over»

Comes the ocean’s pounding roar

All she ever wanted

Was someone to adore

Now the wind it swings around again

And she turns the boat to stern

Sometimes you have to sink

Before you learn

«Hang on silver girl

It’s going to be alright»

«Hang on silver girl

It’s going to be alright, now»

Now the paralyzing cold

Tells her, «This is it»

But she can’t go down

On a sinking ship

But the wind is out of breathe

And the northern gales subside

She gets her first sleep in days

Under starry skies

«Hang on silver girl

It’s going to be alright, now»