Rolling Home

(álbum: Down To The Sea In Ships - 1956)

Up aloft, amid the rigging
Swiftly blows the fav'ring gale
Strong as springtime in its blossom
Filling out each bending sail

And the waves we leave behind us
Seem to murmur as they rise
We have tarried here to bear you
To the land you dearly prize

Rolling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to our dear homeland
Rolling home, dear land to thee

Full ten thousand miles behind us
And a thousand miles before
Ancient ocean waves to waft us
To the well remembered shore

Newborn breezes swell to send us
To our childhood welcome skies
To the glow of friendly faces
And the glance of loving eyes

Rolling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to our dear homeland
Rolling home, dear land to thee