Rolling Home
By Tom Lewis (1999)
On album Mixed Cargo (1999), Mixed Cargo: Grade A (1999)
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Call all hands to man the capstan, see the cable run down clear
Heave away and with a will boys, for our homeland we will steer
And we'll sing in joyful chorus, through the watches of the night
And we'll sight our land before us when the grey dawn brings the light
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to Nova Scotia, rolling home dear land to thee
High aloft up in the rigging, blows the loud, exulting gale
Like bird's wide, outstretched pinions spreads on high each swelling sail
And the wild waves cleft behind us seem to murmur as they flow
There are loving arms that wait you in the land to which you go
Many thousand miles behind us, many thousand miles before
Ancient ocean heave to waft us to that well-remembered shore
Cheer up Jack, bright smiles await you from the fairest of the fair
And their loving eyes will greet you with kind welcomes everywhere
Heave away and with a will boys, for our homeland we will steer
And we'll sing in joyful chorus, through the watches of the night
And we'll sight our land before us when the grey dawn brings the light
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to Nova Scotia, rolling home dear land to thee
High aloft up in the rigging, blows the loud, exulting gale
Like bird's wide, outstretched pinions spreads on high each swelling sail
And the wild waves cleft behind us seem to murmur as they flow
There are loving arms that wait you in the land to which you go
Many thousand miles behind us, many thousand miles before
Ancient ocean heave to waft us to that well-remembered shore
Cheer up Jack, bright smiles await you from the fairest of the fair
And their loving eyes will greet you with kind welcomes everywhere
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