The southwestern wind

it soon will blow again

blowin' steady at its pace.



And I'm traveling at the measure

of a lonely man's lecher

Sailing across the Ocean Grace



A heavy, heavy burden

on the last of my two dollars

hidden in the neck of my guitar case



and I'm trying to make a pastime

out of living off the last dime

sailing across the Ocean Grace



And you can count the goodbyes

With the tears in my eyes

rolling down this weathered face



with the pocket of a poor man

and the love of a woman

I'm sailing across the Ocean Grace



There's a cradle in the valley

of the Appalachian mountains

where the wood is split to crack in the fireplace



and the winter is a shepard

and she calls me with a soft word

sailing across the Ocean Grace



And the candle in the window

it flickers a reminder

the morning a sun will show its face



and a pally of the traveler

as in passing what he's after

sailing across the Ocean Grace



And the name is in the paper

and it reads across the pages

a sailor lost at sea without a trace



and I'm itching away the hot hand

as I'm stepping off the dry land

sailing across the Ocean Grace