Lyrics:
She lived beside the Rappahannock upon an Ivy covered slope. I got stranded off the shoreline, and she threw me down some hope And pulled me out of the undertow. You know sailing ships used to come here a long long time ago, I got one foot here on Water Street and the other's on the Sea. I could hang out in your Sycamore until I feel the breeze. When that Northern wind blows in, I'll just go. You know sailing ships don't come up this ol' River anymore. I could've caught a train but the brakeman was so loud, You couldn't hear me call your name. I could've flown to you somehow, But the words won't sound the same as when I called you from the bow. And I would skate 'em across the water right into your very soul. You know sailing ships don't come up this ol' River anymore. In a beat up El Dorado, I go floatin' down your street With a hand upon the Tiller and the pedals 'neath my feet. It's a changing wind that blows me by your door. You know sailing ships don't come up this ol' River anymore. I got one foot here on Water Street and the other's on the Sea. I could hang out in your Sycamore until I feel the breeze. There's nothing louder than a quiet closing door. You know sailing ships don't come up this ol' River anymore. I could've caught a train but the brakeman was so loud, You couldn't hear me call your name. I could've flown to you somehow, But the words won't sound the same as when I called you from the bow. And I would skate 'em across the water right into your very soul. You know sailing ships don't come up this ol' River anymore. You know sailing ships won't come up this ol' River anymore.