The Reach Lyrics - Fogelberg Dan

It's Maine... 

And it's Autumn 

The birches have just begun turning 

It's life and it's dying 

The lobstermen's boats come returning 

With the catch of they day in their holds 

and the young boys cold and complaining 

The fog meets the beaches and out on 

the Reach it is raining -- 

It's father and son 

It's the way it's been done since the 

old days 

It's hauling by hand ten miles out 

from the land where their chow waits 

All the days get so lonely and long 

and seas grow so stormy and strong but 

The Reach will sing welcome as homeward 

they hurry along. 

And the morning will 

blow away 

As the waves crash and fall 

And the Reach like a siren sings 

as she beckons and calls 

As the coastline recedes from view 

And the seas swell and roll 

I will take from the Reach 

all that she has to teach 

To the depths of my soul -- 

The wind brings a chill 

There's a frost on the sill in the morning 

It creeps through the door 

At the edge of the shore 

ice is forming 

Soon the northers will bluster and blow 

And the woods will be whitened 

with snowfall 

And the Reach will lie frozen 

for the lost and unchosen to row -- 

And the morning will 

blow away 

As the waves crash and fall 

And the Reach like a siren sings 

as she beckons and calls 

As the coastline recedes from view 

And the seas swell and roll 

I will take from the Reach 

all that she has to teach 

To the depths of my soul --