Raising the Sails

(hey!) The harbor is quiet,

the rigging is tight The hearth fire is burning its very last

light Gather the kin folk and shut out the cold For we

have a story that has to be told

Raise up the lanterns,

pour out the beer

Every soul in the valley is gathered right here (sing it now!)

Drink to the tide,

drink to the foam Drink to the day that we all coming

home One final glass to the wind and the shore Before we

set sail to the horizon once more!

(hey! hey! hey!)

The timber is creaking,

the anchor is cast Tomorrow we run with the wind in our

mast But tonight we are kings of the tavern and street With

the dust of our home underneath of our feet (ahhhh)

Though the ocean is wide and the dark waters deep It's the

promise of home that we'll cherish and keep (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Drink to the tide,

drink to the foam Drink to the day that we all coming

home

One final glass to the wind and the shore Before we set

sail to the horizon once more!

To the tide!