(MP3)   (RealAudio)  Captain Dan was a friend of my father's But to me he was family I always called him my uncle He always called me matey Captain Dan was a waterman, He also loved to sail He used to run a Skipjack Until the oyster harvest failed He was the tide and he was the wind Out on the water they became part of him He used to laugh at me because I was afraid to swim For fear a fish might bite me Captain Dan ended up on land Laying brick and paving roads Bought himself a runabout Just something he could tow And we'd leave Stony Creek in the morning For Love Point Or Seven Foot Knoll Anchor out with blood worms and peelers Or bucktails on a slow troll

He taught me when it's best to give way He taught me when to hold my course He taught me when to set the hook When I feel a fish start to bite me Time goes by like an outgoing tide Except it never returns Realities become memories Lessons in life we've learned Now he's old and his eyes are failing From what I hear, the rest of him too I still remember my time spent Fishing on the Bay on a small boat With Captain Dan, and me as the crew Now he's old and his eyes are failing From what I hear, the rest of him too I still remember my time spent Fishing on the Bay on a small boat With Captain Dan and me as the crew Uncle Dan was a friend of my father's But to me he was family