Barnacle Reckoning

(hooo) (heee) We pulled the ropes through freezing rain (heave ho) No silver gold

could ease our pain (heave ho) Ten thousand leagues across the foam

With weary bones we find our way home

Ride the tide, the wind is high!

(hoist the sails!) Underneath a dark cold sky!

(hoist the sails!)

Leave the shore and never look back!

I watch them work,

I hear them pray

My youthful heart is swept away

(ahh) I dream of lands they left behind

To find what they can never find

We

seek the dawn

(heave ho)

We sail as one!

Ride the tide, the wind is high!

(hoist the sails!)

Underneath a dark cold sky!

(hoist the sails!) Leave the shore and never look back!

(heave

ho) (heave ho)

We find our way home...