Blow the %s to the winch,
We heave ho by the tropical isle,
With gold to earn filling every heart,
And forever more.
The tropical isle winds whisper low,
As roll and sway we roam,
Through voyage long we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the anchor chain shares a story,
Of storms to weather and more,
The sea so blue holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through true love waiting we find our way,
By distant shore we stand,
Though the running line may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand...