Sailors of the Storm

Salt on the timber,

the ropes pulling tight (hey-ah)

We pull through the cold and we run from the night With

hands on the oars and our eyes on the foam

Row, pull together, the beacon is near (row

on, brothers) Over the water we laugh at our fear

Row, pull together, we're coming back home

Wet wood is creaking,

the northern wind blows (heave ho) But warm is the fire that

each of us knows We trust in the keel and we trust

in the hand (ah-hoo-ah)

Through the heavy mist,

we see the shore (shine bright) We hear the quiet land once

more

Row, pull together, the beacon is near (row

on, brothers) Over the water we laugh at our fear

Row, pull together, we're coming back home

(hey-ah,

row on)