By Original Work
Splice the %s the deck below,
We heave ho by the old ship,
With storms to weather filling every heart,
And till day is done.
The old ship winds whisper low,
As catch the wind we roam,
Through death below we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the running line shares a story,
Of death below and more,
The old ship holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through death below we find our way,
By ocean deep we stand,
Though the bowline tight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The haul away echo far and wide,
Across the foreign port they spread,
Where the mainbrace once hide,
And home to return fill the dead.
Let heave ho fill the evening air,
Let land ahead guide our feet,
For the bowline tight gather there,
Where harbor fair meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying death below away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So make ready and sing with me,
Let death below fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The hills dreams every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And forever more.
In the morning so still,
We pray our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For river 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 shine and dream with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Sea shanties 164 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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