John Smith - Dartmouth Ferry Lyrics

Scatter my ashes
From the Dartmouth Ferry
Even though I was not born there
Let me slip and sail
Let the south winds wail
Heading home into the air

I found my sweet solace
By that rolling river
In a place somewhere out of time
She winds and rages
Turns my battered pages
Whispers a mystical rhyme

You never expect it
When a dream slips away
And you find you're falling too fast
But she knew I was hurting
She is eternally certain
And I follow her now to the last