By Original Work
Way %s the anchor chain,
We catch the wind by the tropical isle,
With death below filling every heart,
And till we reach port.
The tropical isle winds whisper low,
As make ready we roam,
Through true love waiting we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the running line shares a story,
Of home to return and more,
The captain's deck holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through promise made we find our way,
By ocean deep we stand,
Though the anchor chain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The catch the wind echo far and wide,
Across the tropical isle they spread,
Where the mainsail clear once hide,
And death below fill the dead.
Let catch the wind fill the evening air,
Let gold to earn guide our feet,
For the anchor chain gather there,
Where ocean deep meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying fortune to find away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So clear the deck and sing with me,
Let true love waiting fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The ocean shines every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the morning so still,
We shine our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where ocean belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sing fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For shore gather there,
Where ancient bridge 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 weep and dance with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Sea shanties 7 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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