from memory - As I recall Bok had credit as co-author and it was from the Marco Polo Suite.

We gathered the tamerask, oak birch and pine
We took from the forests and took to the shore
We gave her her breadth and her depth and her lines
With the skills we had learned from our fathers before

We worked in the heat and the wind and the rain
We cursed and rejoiced in our sorrows and pain
And we never imagined our hands would grow old
Or her like on the water we ne're see again

We built this old ship with our sweat and endeavor
She ran with the wind and the wind set her free
And we once dared to dream she would sail on forever
But although she was ours she belonged to the sea..

there's more to her making then canvas and wood
Theree's more to her leaving then going away
And maybe we loved her much more then we should
but a part of us left when she sailed from the bay

Will those that she carried to each far off place
Remember her name when the voyage is done?
Will the empty horizon still carry her trace
when the rocks break her heart or she's too old to run?

We built this old ship with our sweat and endeavor
She ran with the wind and the wind set her free
And we once dared to dream she would sail on forever
But although she was ours she belonged to the sea..

Will there be a monument held by each wave
Will the gulls sing a dirge as they circle above
When the length of the sky at last marks her grave
Will her name be remembered with wonder and love

they say that a new age soon will beset us
Ships larger and faster will soon rule the day
And the times will arrive, when the times will forget us
Like the sawdust around us we'll all blow away