David D Mansell

Lyrics

Dardanelles at Dawn

Through blind shuttered windows, on through to my balcony.
I see the frothing bow of a Tall Ship, nestling into Shore Side Quay
She gleams white on blue crystal, sealed with a sea breeze kiss
T’is fond memories of Chios
that I treasure with this

Chorus:
And I'm sailing where my
Grandfather sailed
He saw this beauty,
but with a different tale to tell
And I’m wondering now
how did he feel
Standing on the bridge,
behind the armored wheel

I say goodbye to the Parakeet,
and pay the man one last time
Rushing out onto the street below,
to hear the quay bell peal a chime
I can still smell the coffee grinds,
and with ears open wide
I can hear the stone harbor,
trying to catch the morning tide

Sailing through a headwind,
bruised pastel colors to behold
Of crimson grey blue hills of Islands, whispering stories some untold
Dardanelles at dawn cast a spell on me, with a web so finely spun
They’ll be reaching out to tell on me, many a deed here’s been done

She glides forth, waves slice her keel,
I’m transfixed to the bow of the deck
All this and all the more she calls I feel ,
as the sea cuts to the nape of her neck.

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