Safe in the Harbor(For Stan Rogers) Eric BogleHaveyoustood bytheoceanonadiamond-hardmorning,And feltthe horizonstir deep inyour soul.Watched thewake ofasteamer asitcutthrough blue water,Been grippedby a fever youjust can't control.Ah,to throw off the shackles and flywiththe seagulls,To wheregreenwavestumble beforeadriving seawind.Ortolieonthedecking onawarm summer's evening, Watchthe redsun fallburning beneaththe earth's rim. Buttoeverysailor comes time todrop anchor, Haul inthe sails andmake thelinesfast.You deep-water dreamer your journey is over, You're safeintheharbour atlast.You're safein the harbour atlast.Somemen are sailorsbutmost are justdreamers,Held fast bythe anchorsthey forge intheir mind.Whointheirhearts knowthey'll neversailover deepwater, Tosearch foratreasure they're afraid theywon't find.Soinshelteredharboursthey cling totheir anchors,Bankdowntheboilers andshut downthesteam. Andwait forthesailorstoreturn withtheirtreasures,That willfanthe dullembers andfire up their dreams.Andsomemen are schemers wholaugh atthedreamers,Take the gold from the sailorsandturn it todross.They'remeninaprison, they'remen without vision,Whose onlyhorizonisprofit andloss.Sowhenstorm clouds comesailing acrossyourblueocean,Hold fasttoyour dreaming for all thatyou're worth.For aslong as thereare dreamerstherewillalwaysbesailors,Bringing backtheir brighttreasures from the cornersof the earth.