Let them sway!

Oh let them sway!

The seas are rough, the winds are high, The waves crash all around us.
The sky is dark, the air is cold, and drenched throughout with salt.
But though the howling winds and waves crash and toss us about them.
There's nowhere else a sailor true would ever call their home.

The seas do rise and fall about, the ship is rolling through them.
The mast so high, it sways so wide, as does the deck below.
We're far from shore, and what is more spray mists like salty fog.
Yet here we are, and here we go, on seas that are our home!

Be it in sunny Carrib seas, or pack ice near Kamchatka,
From calmest days of gentle breeze, into a hurricane!
So far from our dear native shores, our heading's found anew.
And so we sail! and so we sail! on course laid straight and true!

The seas do sway (oh let them sway!), we'll rise with every wave crest.
In far off shores a lighthouse calls, to home and yet to warn.
But come sharp rocks, we'll take it slow as we pull into harbour.
Our sturdy ship, our sturdy crew, we'll see home and far more!

The voyage long, we've sailed so far, but still there's more tomorrow.
From icy poles, colder than stone, to archipelagos!
Be the winds calm, or be they high, we'll sail on clear and true.
For waves do sway, so let them sway! Our dearest sea so blue!