Bridgeport Shanty Lyrics

Glide out through the harbor's mouth

Daylight drawn gossamer-thin

One hand on the rail as we come about

And lean into the damp, salt wind

A sigh from the Sound

As the sun falls down

Past the low Connecticut shoreline

The cars below queue in obedient rows

Nestled in from stern to prow

While every word she ever said

Rushes like sand through the funnel of now

And the gray clouds weep, "she's gone, she's gone"

And the engines hum, "be strong"

And the wake churns out its angry song

Out on the deck, a hardy few

Clutch at their caps and coats

And brave the chill to watch the shadow of

Mount Misery Point approach

The sky gone black

Too late to look back

At the low Connecticut shoreline