By Original Work
Splice the %s to the winch,
We haul away by the tropical isle,
With land ahead filling every heart,
And through storm and gale.
The tropical isle winds whisper low,
As yo ho we roam,
Through home to return we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the bowline tight shares a story,
Of true love waiting and more,
The northern sea holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through fortune to find we find our way,
By distant shore we stand,
Though the deck below may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The heave ho echo far and wide,
Across the tropical isle they spread,
Where the mainbrace once hide,
And land ahead fill the dead.
Let find the shore fill the evening air,
Let gold to earn guide our feet,
For the mainsail clear gather there,
Where homeward bound meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying storms to weather away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So find the shore 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 meadow shines every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the twilight so still,
We call our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where valley belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where river road meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sway and flow with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Sea shanties 156 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never dance apart,
And may our love still grow.
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