TILL GUIDED BY HARBOR LIGHTS, THEY'RE HOME TO STAY

[attr="class","awayfrom"]small craft in a harbor that's still and serene - give no indication what their ways have been. they rock at their mournings, all nestled in dreams, away from the roll of the sea. their stern lines are groaning a lullaby air, a ghost in the cuddy, a gull on the spar. but never they whisper of journeys afar, away from the roll of the sea. oh, had they the tongues for to speak, what tales of adventure they'd weave! but now they are anchored to sleep and slumber alee.

come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray. come harvest a plenty to them everyday till, guided by harbor lights, they're home to stay, away from the roll of the sea. oh had they they tongues for to speak, what tales of adventure they'd weave! but now they are anchored to sleep and slumber alee. come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray. come harvest a plenty to them everyday till, guided by harbor lights, they're home to stay, away from the roll of the sea. away from the roll of the sea.

small craft in a harbor that's still and serene - give no indication what their ways have been. they rock at their mournings, all nestled in dreams, away from the roll of the sea. their stern lines are groaning a lullaby air, a ghost in the cuddy, a gull on the spar. but never they whisper of journeys afar, away from the roll of the sea. oh, had they the tongues for to speak, what tales of adventure they'd weave! but now they are anchored to sleep and slumber alee.

come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray. come harvest a plenty to them everyday till, guided by harbor lights, they're home to stay, away from the roll of the sea. oh had they they tongues for to speak, what tales of adventure they'd weave! but now they are anchored to sleep and slumber alee. come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray. come harvest a plenty to them everyday till, guided by harbor lights, they're home to stay, away from the roll of the sea. away from the roll of the sea.