Correction Paroles Pleasures of the Harbor par Phil Ochs

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And the ship sets the sail
They've lived the tales
To carry to the shore
Straining at the oars
Or staring from the rails
And the sea bids farewell
She waves and swells
And sends them on their way
Time has been her pay
And time will have to tell

Oh, soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

And the anchor hits the sand
The hungry hands
Have tied them to the port
Thе hour will be short
For leisure on thе land
And the girls scent the air
They seem so fair
With paint upon their face
Soft is their embrace
To lead them up the stairs
Oh, soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

In the room dark and dim
The touch of skin
He asks her of her name
She answers with no shame
And not a sense of sin
And the fingers draw the blinds
The sip of wine
The cigarette of doubt
The candle is blown out
The darkness is so kind

Oh, soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

And the shadows frame the light
The same old sight
The thrill has flown away
All alone they lay
Two strangers in the night
Then his heart skips a beat
He's on his feet
To shipmates he must join
She's counting up the coins
He's swallowed by the street
Oh, soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

In the bar hangs a cloud
The whiskey's loud
There's laughter in their eyes
The lonely in disguise
Are clinging to the crowd
And the bottle fills the glass
The haze is fast
He's trembling for the taste
Of passions gone to waste
In memories of the past

Oh, soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

In the alley wet with rain
A cry of pain
For love was but a smile
Teasing all the while
Now dancing down the drain
'Til the boys reach the dock
They gently mock
And lift him on their backs
To lay him on his rack
To sleep beneath the clock
Oh, soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

And the ship sets the sail
They've lived the tales
To carry from the shore
Straining at the oars
Or staring from the rails
And the sea bids farewell
She waves and swells
And sends them on their way
Time has been her pay
And time will have to tell

Oh, soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

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