Home & Dry (For The Fishing Industry Safety Group)

Oh I'll row with the waves till the numbness
And though the sea calls your voice is my compass
I'm pulled out by the swell
Put your ear to the shell
You can listen to my ocean song
I'm singing through the roughest storm

Oh when the winds are whipping at the big cut
Licking at the quay wall
We can feel the mustering squall
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
Oh I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
And haul away!

I could stay here swing through the seasons
Look for a change here, question my reasons
Now look and I'm leaving
These things are worth achieving
There's nets to be shot son
I'm 'way with the flotsam

Oh when the winds are whipping at the big cut
Licking at the quay wall
We can feel the mustering squall
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
Oh I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
And haul away