Fred Piek Zanger van Folksongs

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On an unpaved weather-worn highway
You walk with a staff in your hand
In the distance you see a boat fighting
The waves by the coastland

You see that the boat is fighting
Weary and worn by the swell
Straying off course in the chaos
A feeble, little shell

The clouds are swiftly sailing by
The ocean blares a battle cry
The sky is painted gray today

You find it so hard to think of
A friend in a state of dismay
When you cannot reach out and help them
To find a better way

But by looking a little bit closer
Now I can see what is true
That the waves are the struggles of living
And the boat is you>

The clouds are swiftly sailing by
The ocean blares a battle cry
The sky is painted gray today

The clouds are swiftly sailing by
The ocean blares a battle cry
The world is painted gray today

The clouds are swiftly sailing by
The ocean blares a battle cry
The sky is painted gray today

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