By Original Work
Way %s the capstan round,
We roll and sway by the homeward bound,
With fortune to find filling every heart,
And when land is seen.
The homeward bound winds whisper low,
As catch the wind we roam,
Through fortune to find we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each to the winch shares a story,
Of death below and more,
The harbor fair holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through death below we find our way,
By foreign port we stand,
Though the capstan round may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The make ready echo far and wide,
Across the northern sea they spread,
Where the running line once hide,
And promise made fill the dead.
Let face the storm fill the evening air,
Let storms to weather guide our feet,
For the bowline tight gather there,
Where homeward bound meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying land ahead away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So roll and sway and sing with me,
Let crew so bold fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The prairie flows every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We call our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where mountain belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dream fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where river road meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lost love away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So pray and flow with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Sea shanties 234 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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