Pirate Groove

(ahoy) The salt in our eyes and the wind in our sails

We hunt for the gold at the end of the trails

The map is worn thin

and the compass is cracked

But we've come too far now to ever turn back Oh

pull on the rope,

boys, and stand by the mast

The storm of the century's coming at last

We'll ride through the breakers or sink to the deep

With secrets we promise the ocean will keep (yo-ho-ho)

The lantern light flickers against the dark wood We chased down the

legends as best as we could With pockets of silver and hearts

full of lead We follow the path where the bold dare to

tread Oh

pull on the rope,

boys, and stand by the mast

The storm of the century's coming at last

We'll ride through the breakers or sink to the deep

With secrets we promise the ocean will keep (haul away)

And the waves take us home... (hmmmm)