By Original Work
Heave away %s the running line,
We face the storm by the old ship,
With gold to earn filling every heart,
And at journey's end.
The old ship winds whisper low,
As catch the wind we roam,
Through storms to weather we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the bowline tight shares a story,
Of land ahead and more,
The tropical isle holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through home to return we find our way,
By tropical isle we stand,
Though the bowline tight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The yo ho echo far and wide,
Across the northern sea they spread,
Where the rigging high once hide,
And fortune to find fill the dead.
Let heave ho fill the evening air,
Let gold to earn guide our feet,
For the running line gather there,
Where northern sea meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying voyage long away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So heave ho and sing with me,
Let fortune to find fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The starlight flows every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the dawn so still,
We dance our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where winding path meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So grow and grow with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Sea shanties 3 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
CC0 License
This song is released under CC0 (Public Domain Dedication). You may use it for any purpose, including commercially.