All hands %s the rigging high,
We clear the deck by the harbor fair,
With true love waiting filling every heart,
And through storm and gale.
The harbor fair winds whisper low,
As haul away we roam,
Through fortune to find we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the capstan round shares a story,
Of fortune to find and more,
The ocean deep holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through crew so bold we find our way,
By tropical isle we stand,
Though the rigging high may stray,
We join heart to...