Not
the bridge of a murmuring stream
But the bridge of an old tramp steamer
Well laden and broad of beam
Have you watched the red sun setting
In a golden glorious glow
Have you watched the moon arising
From clouds that are whiter than snow
If
you have you're
a deep water sailor
For he is the only one
Who sees God in all his glory
In the stars the moon and the sun
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