Poem by Lincoln Ross Colcord

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. The North Watcher
2. Windlass Chanty
3. The Maine Stein Song
4. The Westerlies
5. The Fishing Fleet

John Masefield Trade Winds ("In the harbour, in the island, in the Spanish Seas")

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