Lincoln Ross Colcord (Линкольн Росс Колкорд)

Trade Winds

Northeast trade winds bore us south,
Southeast drew us on;
We met the ships from every port
For Good Hope or the Horn.

Seas so quiet, skies so blue,
Little squalls of rain;
The winds that blew about the world
Filled our hearts again.

1. Hong Kong
2. Gaspar Straits
3. The Maine Stein Song
4. The Fishing Fleet
5. To the Memory of My Father

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