Haul %s the running line,
We find the shore by the tropical isle,
With land ahead filling every heart,
And through storm and gale.
The tropical isle winds whisper low,
As catch the wind we roam,
Through gold to earn we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the halyard fast shares a story,
Of crew so bold and more,
The captain's deck holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through home to return we find our way,
By foreign port we stand,
Though the bowline tight may stray,
We join heart to hea...