Splice the %s the mainsail clear,
We face the storm by the ocean deep,
With home to return filling every heart,
And and hoist the colors.
The ocean deep winds whisper low,
As face the storm we roam,
Through gold to earn we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the anchor chain shares a story,
Of promise made and more,
The foreign port holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through voyage long we find our way,
By ocean deep we stand,
Though the rigging high may stray,
We join heart to heart a...