The wind it whispers tales of old, of seas both wild and free
Of salty spray and canvas bold, for all the world to see
Our anchors weighed, our spirits high, the sun begins to gleam
With hearts united, 'neath the sky, we chase a waking dream
Heave ho, heave ho, the ocean calls our name
With every oar and every blow, we fan the burning flame
A toast to friends, a toast to fate, to journeys yet unknown
Let every voice reverberate, as seeds of joy are sown
The concertina softly sighs, a melody so sweet
The fiddle weeps, then gently cries, with rhythm in our feet
The drum a low and steady beat, a pulse within the night
As memories we hold so neat, bathed in the moon's soft light
Heave ho, heave ho, the ocean calls our name
With every oar and every blow, we fan the burning flame
A toast to friends, a toast to fate, to journeys yet unknown
Let every voice reverberate, as seeds of joy are sown
From port to port, we'll cast our net, and gather stories new
No single moment we'll regret, in all that we pursue
Through stormy skies and calmest seas, our laughter it will ring
Carried on the ocean breeze, the songs our spirits sing
Heave ho, heave ho, the ocean calls our name
With every oar and every blow, we fan the burning flame
A toast to friends, a toast to fate, to journeys yet unknown
Let every voice reverberate, as seeds of joy are sown
So raise your glass, let worries cease, and let the good times roll
For adventuring brings inner peace, and sets a weary soul.
Heave ho!
