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 Just to wake up in the morning to the quiet of the cove

 And hear aunt Bessie talking to herself.

 And to hear poor uncle John mumbling wishes too old now

 It made me feel like everything was fine.

 I was born down by the water, it's here I'm gonna stay

 I've searched for all the reasons why I should go away.

 Course I haven't got the thirst for all those modern day toys

 So I'll just take my chances with those saltwater joys.

 Following the little brook, as it trickles to the shore

 In the autumn winds the trees are flaming red.

 Kicking leaves that fall around me, watching sunset paint the hills

 It's all I'll never need to feel at home.

 This island that we cling to has been handed down with pride

 But folks that fought to live here, taking hardships all in stride.

 So I'll compliment her beauty, hold on to my good-byes

 And I'll stay, take my chances with those saltwater joys.

 How can I leave those mornings, with the sunrise on the cove

 And the gulls like fly's surrounding Clayton's wharf.

 Platters island wrapped in rainbow, in the evening after fog

 The ocean smells are perfume to my soul.

 Some go to where the buildings reach to meet the clouds

 Where warm and gentile people turn to swarm and faceless crowds.

 So I'll do without their riches, Glamour and the noise

 And I'll stay, take my chances with those saltwater joys.

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 Some go to where the buildings reach to meet the clouds

 Where warm and gentile people turn to swarm and faceless crowds.

 So I'll do without their riches, Glamour and the noise

 And I'll stay, take my chances with those saltwater joys