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  1. Floating Boats

From the recording Songs of Rabble and Roots

The idea for this song came at a time when the nation was hotly debating whether or not to allow immigrants and refugees into the country. I heard a financial planner use the economic metaphor, 'a rising tide floats all boats', which conjured recollections of harbors I'd seen where the tide rises and falls to either float, or strand small colorful boats, each as different as the next. It occurred to me that, like those boats, we either float on a sea of caring for each other or strand ourselves in its absence.
~ Mark

Lyrics

The tide comes in, and all the boats are floating
The tide pulls out, they’re stranded on the ground
The tide comes in, and every boat is lifted
The tide goes out, they all are fallen down

Now my boat’s red, and rigged to be a sailor
Yours is blue, and makes its way by steam
But every boat will rise and fall together
Along with all our stories and our dreams

Now love is like the sea
It carries you and me It pulls to guide the rudder in our hands
It flows in from the east, and it flows in from the west
And moves in currents we don’t understand

Someday we will all meet on the water
In vessels that we may not recognize
And those without an anchor who are drifting
Will find their place in tying at our side

Now love is like the sea
It carries you and me
It pulls to guide the rudder in our hands
It flows in from the east, and it flows in from the west
And moves in currents we don’t understand

The tide comes in, and all the boats are floating (I’m rigged to be a sailor)
The tide pulls out, they’re stranded on the ground (You make your way by steam)
But every boat will rise and fall together (We rise and fall together)
Along with all our stories and our dreams
Along with all our stories and our dreams