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Kindred Spirits

Words and music by Robbie Smith

His was the canvas that caught the fickle wind
And turned its strength against itself and brought his boat back in;
She, too, knew the canvas but hers waited for a brush
To softly paint in tempera fresh colours clean and lush…

And they were Kindred – Kindred spirits,
Living for the day when they’d meet and fall in love,
Yes, they were kindred – kindred spirits –
He with the canvas… she with the brush.

He’d heard of the paintings – he’d seen them on display,
He marvelled at their fine detail of rigging, spar and spray,
And for a fleeting moment he met the artist’s gaze,
As she stood inside the gallery receiving words of praise…

And they were kindred – kindred spirits,
Living for the day when they’d meet and fall in love,
Yes, they were kindred – kindred spirits –
Living for the moment when their chosen paths would cross
And their guiding stars would gleam as one above.

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And once when he was quayside – securing to the peer –
He felt her eyes upon him – so wistful and so clear,
And she chose him as a subject for her “portraits of the sea”
And he thought, “Is it I that poses for her – or she for me?”

For they were Kindred – Kindred spirits,
Living for the day when they’d meet and fall in love,
Yes, they were kindred – kindred spirits –
He with the canvas… she with the brush.

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And to this day he sails the sea in doldrum or in squall,
And yet her thoughts go with him now to every port of call,
And from his vivid stories come scetches just as clear –
As they share each other’s interests – the gifts they hold so dear…

For they are kindred – kindred spirits
They share a common thread in the fabric of their lives
Yes, they are kindred – kindred spirits,
And wherever Life may take them on its ever-changing tide
Two constant, Kindred spirits will abide…

Oh, their spirits will abide… As upon life’s waves they ride…
Yes, their spirits will abide… For they are kindred.