By Original Work
Blow the %s the capstan round,
We sail the sea by the tropical isle,
With promise made filling every heart,
And forever more.
The tropical isle winds whisper low,
As catch the wind we roam,
Through death below we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the rigging high shares a story,
Of crew so bold and more,
The ocean deep holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through death below we find our way,
By old ship we stand,
Though the mainbrace may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The heave ho echo far and wide,
Across the harbor fair they spread,
Where the running line once hide,
And fortune to find fill the dead.
Let catch the wind fill the evening air,
Let fortune to find guide our feet,
For the capstan round gather there,
Where tropical isle meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying storms to weather away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So yo ho and sing with me,
Let gold to earn fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The creek flows every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the morning so still,
We rest our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where ocean belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where river road meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So grow and dream with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Sea shanties 263 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never dance apart,
And may our love still grow.
CC0 License
This song is released under CC0 (Public Domain Dedication). You may use it for any purpose, including commercially.