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Disc 1 - Boats: One Particular Harbour Disc 1 - Boats: One Particular Harbour ONE PARTICULAR HARBOUR Jimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb IA ORA TE NATURA E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI IA ORA TE NATURA E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI Nature lives (life to nature) Have pity for the Earth (Love the Earth) I know I don't get there often enough But God knows I surely try It's a magic kind of medicine That no doctor could prescribe I used to rule my world from a pay phone And ships out on the sea But now times are rough And I got too much stuff Can't explain the likes of me Chorus: But there's this one particular harbour So far but yet so near Where I see the days as they fade away And finally disappear But now I think about the good times Down in the Caribbean sunshine In my younger days I was so bad Laughin' about all the fun we had I've seen enough to feel the world spin Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins Listen to the drummers and the night sounds Listen to the singers make the world go 'round IA ORA TE NATURA E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI IA ORA TE NATURA E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI Lakes below the mountains Flow into the sea Like oils applied to canvas They permeate through me And there's that one particular harbour Sheltered from the wind Where the children play on the shore each day And all are safe within Most mysterious calling harbour So far but yet so near I can see the day when my hair's full gray And I finally disappear IA ORA TE NATURA E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI IA ORA TE NATURA E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE Bounty of the land is exhausted But there's still abundance on the sea Disc 1 - Boats: Pirate Looks At Forty, A Disc 1 - Boats: Pirate Looks At Forty, A PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTY Jimmy Buffett Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call, Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall

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