Home From The Sea
As we go forth a sailing
On a starry, starry night
With the wind moaning and hailing
And a full moon still and bright
And those rolling waves a pounding
Like galloping white horses
With the mate taking a depth sounding
And the navigator setting courses.
The wind singing in the rigging
And the sails set a reef or two
With the whole ship’s crew a singing
And my home thoughts just of you.
Our home port just a day away
As the ship pounds through the waves
Soon we can drink, rest and play
And not make the sea our graves.
Soon I will be with you dear wife
In our home right by the sea
Once again you’ll be the centre of my life
As things just ought to be.
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