Treasure Island

Steven Harris


A City Called Boston.


Im on my way to boston
over the seven seas
i'll leave these green shores behind
and on to a land of opportunity
the cold city of boston
awaits me near the end of my days
that cold city of boston
over the seven seas.

The land i left is so far away
the seas will be the end of me
when i reach the new city of boston
i'll never see the green again
alone in the open
over this deep dark ocean
boston awaits me
in the land of opportunity.

I'll drink to my memories
the shit thats in the past
i'll never forget where i came from
as i arrive in this new foreign land
i'll drink to my sorrows
drunk and the love of my land
i'll miss her forever
but i'll never forget her.

Those shores i loved so well
to start a life somewhere else
boston is her name
i'll drink to her till i die
70 years i'll be
a life i hope to live
no more sorrow
no more loss
in a city called boston
over that dark blue ocean.

Submitted: Saturday, April 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013
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