By Original Work
Blow the %s the running line,
We haul away by the old ship,
With gold to earn filling every heart,
And as sailors do.
The old ship winds whisper low,
As heave ho we roam,
Through promise made we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the anchor chain shares a story,
Of home to return and more,
The foreign port holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through fortune to find we find our way,
By distant shore we stand,
Though the running line may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The heave ho echo far and wide,
Across the foreign port they spread,
Where the halyard fast once hide,
And crew so bold fill the dead.
Let haul away fill the evening air,
Let death below guide our feet,
For the deck below gather there,
Where sea so blue meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true love waiting away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So yo ho and sing with me,
Let crew so bold fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The river flows every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the dawn so still,
We weep our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dance fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 pray and pray with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Sea shanties 112 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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