Away From The Roll Of The Sea

Small craft in a harbour that's still and serene
Give no indication what their ways have been
They rock at their moorings all nestled in dreams
Away from the roll of the sea

Their stern lines are groaning a lullaby air
A ghost in the cuddy, a gull on the spar
But never they whisper of journeys afar
Away from the roll of the sea

Oh, had they the tongues for to speak
What tales of adventure they'd weave
But now they are anchored to sleep
And slumber alee

Come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray
Come harvest a-plenty to them ev'ry day
Till guided by harbour lights they're home to stay
Away from the roll of the sea

Oh, had they the tongues for to speak
What tales of adventure they'd weave
But now they are anchored to sleep
And slumber alee

Come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray
Come harvest a-plenty to them ev'ry day
Till guided by harbour lights they're home to stay
Away from the roll of the sea