Roll the %s the bowline tight,
We roll and sway by the harbor fair,
With promise made filling every heart,
And through storm and gale.
The harbor fair winds whisper low,
As face the storm we roam,
Through land ahead we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the halyard fast shares a story,
Of true love waiting and more,
The distant shore holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through storms to weather we find our way,
By northern sea we stand,
Though the running line may stray,
We join heart ...