A cobbler’s son didn’t wanna make shoes anymore

A  captain's daughter left to sing on the shore 

They each ran away to new york city 

Cathedral to the hopeful and lonely 

 

The cobbler’s son 

Wasn’t there when his daddy died

They boarded up the shop 

And gave away the merchandise

 

The captain's daughter 

How she missed the wide open sea

She felt boxed in in the big city

 

The waves how they shined 

Yellow and red all through the Hudson

She sang out to them

 

Sail away to a distant shore  

There’s always somewhere you can run to

And every soul is just one of god’s dreams

Everyone needs someone to hold onto

 

To the cobbler’s son, the moonlight felt thin

His eyes were warn from the days out in the sun

Neither a cobbler nor a banker, and a failure of a son

He sank against the pier 

 

When he heard a song

The wind stood still    

For the captain's daughter

 

Sail away to a distant shore  

There’s always somewhere you can run to

And every soul is just one of god’s dreams

Everyone needs somebody to hold onto

 

And two souls as one in a flowerless June 

Wept beneath the sweet summer moon