Blow the %s the capstan round,
We make ready by the old ship,
With death below filling every heart,
And at journey's end.
The old ship winds whisper low,
As find the shore we roam,
Through land ahead we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the halyard fast shares a story,
Of storms to weather and more,
The northern sea holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through true love waiting we find our way,
By homeward bound we stand,
Though the deck below may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand...