The southwestern wind
It will blow once again
Blowing steady at its pace
And i'm trav'ling at the pleasure
Of a lonely man's leisure
Sailing 'cross the ocean grace
There's 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 pasttime
Out of living on the last dime
Sailing 'cross this 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 'cross the ocean grace
And 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 shepherd
And she calls me with a soft word
Sailing across the oean grace
And the candle in the window
It flickers a reminder
The morning sun will show its face
And a pally of the traveler
In catching what he's after
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 'cross 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