Rusty Raucous Reef

(hummmmm) The wind is cold,

the timber creaks

We haven't seen the land for weeks

The salt is biting at the bone

A thousand miles away from home

Pull the line and hold it tight

We brave the swell into the night

(heave, ho)

The captain drinks his bitter tea

And stares out at the endless sea

With heavy hands and aching knees

We pray for just a gentle breeze

Pull the line and hold it tight

We brave the swell into the night

(heave, ho) (ahhhh)