Scatter my ashes from the Dartmouth Ferry,
even though I was not born there.
Let me slip and sail, let the south winds wail,
heading home into the air.
I found my sweet solace by that rolling river
in a place somewhere out of time.
She winds and rages, turns my battered pages,
whispers a mystical rhyme.
Scatter my ashes from the Dartmouth Ferry,
even though I was not born there.
Let me slip and sail, let the south winds wail,
heading home into the air.
You never expect it when a dream slips away
and you find you're falling too fast.
But she knew I was hurting, she is eternally certain,
and I follow her now to the last.
Scatter my ashes from the Dartmouth Ferry,
even though I was not born there.
Let me slip and sail, let the south winds wail,
heading home into the air.
Scatter my ashes from the Dartmouth Ferry,
even though I was not born there.
Let me slip and sail, let the south winds wail,
heading home into the air. (1 beat)
Heading home into the air,
heading home into the air.