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It`s Maine...And it`s AutumnThe birches have just begun turningIt`s life and it`s dyingThe lobstermen`s boats come returningWith the catch of they day in their holdsand the young boys cold and complainingThe fog meets the beaches and out onthe Reach it is raining --It`s father and sonIt`s the way it`s been done since the old daysIt`s hauling by hand ten miles outfrom the land where their chow waitsAll the days get so lonely and longand seas grow so stormy and strong butThe Reach will sing welcome as homewardthey hurry along.And the morning will blow awayAs the waves crash and fallAnd the Reach like a siren singsas she beckons and callsAs the coastline recedes from viewAnd the seas swell and rollI will take from the ReachSongtexteall that she has to teachTo the depths of my soul --The wind brings a chillThere`s a frost on the sill in the morningIt creeps through the doorAt the edge of the shoreice is formingSoon the northers will bluster and blowAnd the woods will be whitenedwith snowfallAnd the Reach will lie frozenfor the lost and unchosen to row --And the morning will blow awayAs the waves crash and fallAnd the Reach like a siren singsas she beckons and callsAs the coastline recedes from viewAnd the seas swell and rollI will take from the Reachall that she has to teachTo the depths of my soul -- Aus Songtexte Mania