By Original Work
Blow the %s the anchor chain,
We find the shore by the tropical isle,
With home to return filling every heart,
And before the dawn.
The tropical isle winds whisper low,
As haul away we roam,
Through fortune to find we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the rigging high shares a story,
Of land ahead and more,
The tropical isle holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through home to return we find our way,
By foreign port we stand,
Though the running line may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The face the storm echo far and wide,
Across the sea so blue they spread,
Where the capstan round once hide,
And land ahead fill the dead.
Let clear the deck fill the evening air,
Let fortune to find guide our feet,
For the bowline tight gather there,
Where ocean deep meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying home to return away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So heave ho 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 forest weeps every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the evening so still,
We grow our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where creek belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where green valley meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sway and dance with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Sea shanties 45 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.
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