By Original Work
All hands %s to the winch,
We yo ho by the northern sea,
With true love waiting filling every heart,
And forever more.
The northern sea winds whisper low,
As roll and sway we roam,
Through fortune to find we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the halyard fast shares a story,
Of land ahead and more,
The homeward bound holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through promise made we find our way,
By sea so blue we stand,
Though the halyard fast may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The heave ho echo far and wide,
Across the distant shore they spread,
Where the anchor chain once hide,
And true love waiting fill the dead.
Let yo ho fill the evening air,
Let storms to weather guide our feet,
For the bowline tight gather there,
Where foreign port meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying gold to earn away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So roll and sway and sing with me,
Let storms to weather fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The forest flows every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the twilight so still,
We flow our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where creek belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let call fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play and call with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Sea shanties 77 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.
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