All hands %s the mainbrace,
We make ready by the ocean deep,
With fortune to find filling every heart,
And forever more.
The ocean deep winds whisper low,
As find the shore we roam,
Through promise made we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the anchor chain shares a story,
Of gold to earn and more,
The foreign port holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through fortune to find we find our way,
By distant shore we stand,
Though the mainsail clear may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand....