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He was born a sailor's son,
Nothing came easy or free;
He suffered the squalls, all the rises and falls,
And everything else in between;
But he says storms always fade after they've had their way,
They're never as bad as they seem.
As long as the rivers still run to the seas,
Hey, lucky you, lucky me.
Hey, lucky you, lucky me.
Who'd ever thought for a moment,
She'd have to grow up so fast;
School beauty queen with a child at sixteen,
Swore that her fortunes had passed;
But blessings can hide in the strangest disguise,
I know that she would agree.
As long as the rivers still run to the seas,
Hey, lucky you, lucky me.
Hey, lucky you, lucky me.
Hey, look at me in the spotlight,
Ripped jeans and rock and roll hair;
Feeling so cool but I'd be such a fool,
Singing to no one out there;
So hey, take a bow, every band needs a crowd,
And I've got a song we can sing.
As long as the rivers still run to the seas,
Hey, lucky you, lucky me.
Hey, lucky you, lucky me.
Hey, lucky you, lucky me.
Recorded by Great Big Sea (Something Beautiful, 2004).
