[Verse 1 – Arrival at Harbor] The harbor bells are ringing clear, We’ve come to port, the gangplanks' near, Our sails are patched, our hearts sincere— The Going Acorn’s home! The tide’s behind, the gulls all call, We’ve weathered storm and squall and all, Now laughter shakes the tavern’s wall— The Going Acorn’s home! [Chorus – Proud and rhythmic] Raise your mugs, the voyage done, By tide and toil, we’ve earned our fun! No greater crew beneath the sun— The Going Acorn’s home! [Verse 2 – Tales and Boasts] The bosun’s telling tales again, He swears we fought a sea drake then, (It looked like driftwood, truth says when?) But none will spoil the tale! The gator’s dancing on the bar, The cook’s set fire to his cigar, The fiddler’s bow’s gone slightly charred— The crew begins to wail! [Chorus – Faster, rowdy laughter between lines] Raise your mugs, the voyage done, By tide and toil, we’ve earned our fun! We’ll drink ‘til moon replaces sun— The Going Acorn’s home! [Verse 3 – The Cook’s Overtime] The cook’s been cursed, the stew’s too hot, The pot’s half gone, but who knows what, He shouts, “You’ll eat it, like or not!” The crew just cheers for more! He slams the lid, the gator bites, The Captain laughs through half the night, “More pepper, lads! The taste ain’t right!” The tavern shakes the floor! [Bridge – Soft, storytelling tone over fiddle hum] We’ve sailed through storm and burning sky, We’ve patched the deck and dared to try, The sea’s been cruel, but so am I— When I won’t quit the fight. But home’s not gold or charts well drawn, It’s friends who sing from dusk to dawn, And even when the mead is gone— Their hearts still burn as light. [Chorus – Swelling harmony, then back to laughter] Raise your mugs, the voyage done, By tide and toil, we’ve earned our fun! The gator snores, the cook’s begun— To dream of cooking more! [Verse 4 – The Market’s Done, The Crew’s Paid] The goods are sold, the deals are struck, The merchant smiled, (we call that luck!), The purse is heavy, stars have clucked— It’s time to spend it all! For boots and coats and tales to weave, For rum that none should dare believe, And maybe… one more trip to sea— When next the gulls may call! [Chorus – Stomping beat, mugs clinking] Raise your mugs, the voyage done, By tide and toil, we’ve earned our fun! For every storm we’ve overcome— The Going Acorn’s home! [Verse 5 – Dance of the Crew] The Captain spins, his coat aflare, The fiddler’s lost his bow somewhere, The cook’s asleep mid-cursing prayer— The gator guards the door! The crew all sings, the floorboards shake, The stars lean close, the heavens quake, And every sailor wide awake— Swears they’ll sail once more! [Final Chorus – Triumphant, full harmony, swelling instruments] Raise your mugs, the voyage done, By tide and toil, we’ve earned our fun! Through storm and night, through sea and sun— The Going Acorn’s home! [Tag Chorus – Soft and smiling, like dawn after laughter] And when we sail again someday, May winds be kind and hearts still gay, For friends like these will never stray— The Going Acorn’s home. (Outro – fiddle, laughter, distant waves, mugs clinking, then fade to soft hum of “home… home… The Going Acorn’s home…”)
