This song is on Dan Fogelberg's double album "The Innocent Age" released in August 1981 - I have this CD
The Innocent Age drew its inspiration from Thomas Wolfe's major novel Of Time and the River
Dan Fogelberg - acoustic guitars, electric guitars, ship's bell, lead and background vocals
Mike Brewer - harmony
Russ Kunkel - drums
Norbert Putnam - bass
Mike Utley - piano
David Duke - French horn
Jerry Hey - piccolo, trumpet
Producers – Dan Fogelberg and Marty Lewis
Engineer – Marty Lewis
Recorded at Northstar Studios (Boulder, CO); Caribou Ranch (Nederland, CO); Rudy Records and Wally Heider Studios (Hollywood, CA); Sunset Sound (Los Angeles, CA); Record Plant (Sausalito, CA)
Mixed at Sunset Sound
Cover Design – Kosh
Cover Photography – Dan Fogelberg and Andy Katz
Liner Photography – Andy Katz
Liner Notes – David Awells
Text – Thomas Wolfe
I saw Dan Fogelberg and his band perform this song in concert on July 12, 2000 at Humphreys by the Bay in San Diego, California
I saw Dan Fogelberg and his band perform this song in concert on July 2, 2002 at the Grove Venue in Anaheim, California-I will post a picture below this post that my former girlfriend Sandi took of the Dan and his band on stage when we were there
I saw Dan Fogelberg and his band perform this song in concert on July 1, 2003 the "Full Circle" his final tour at Humphreys by the Bay in San Diego, California
This is my favorite Waltz and I have danced to it
It's Maine, and it's Autumn, the birches have just begun turning
It's life and it's dying The lobstermen's boats come returning
With the catch of the day in their holds
And the young boy is cold and complaining
The fog meets the beaches and out on The Reach it is raining
It's father and son, it's the way it's been done since the old days
It's hauling by hand ten miles out from the land where their chow waits
And the days are all lonely and long
And the seas grow so stormy and strong but
The Reach will sing welcome as homeward they hurry along
And the morning will blow away as the waves crash and fall
And The Reach like a siren sings as she beckons and calls
As the coastline recedes from view and the seas swell and roll
I will take from The Reach all that she has to teach to the depths of my soul
The wind brings a chill, there's a frost on the sill in the morning
It creeps through the door On the edge of the shore ice is forming
Soon the northers will bluster and blow
And the woods will be whitened with snowfall
And the Reach will lie frozen for the lost and un-chosen to row
And the morning will blow away as the waves crash and fall
And the Reach like a siren sings as she beckons and calls
As the coastline recedes from view and the seas swell and roll
I will take from the Reach all that she has to teach to the depths of my soul
