Oh, the tide rolls high, and the tide rolls low, Where the winds of fortune blow. Through starlit waves and shadows deep, The sailors wake, though none may sleep. Their compass spins, their fate unsure, Through tempests wild and waters pure. The ocean calls with a siren’s cry, “To sail, to sail, though you may die!” Chorus: The stars are maps, the moon’s our guide, We chase horizons, far and wide. Oh, drink to the men who brave the foam, For the sea’s no place to call a home. A whisper drifts from the fathoms below, A tale of treasure, of woe, of woe. The captain dreams of gold and fame, The crew just fears the ocean’s name. In the dark, the lanterns swing, As ghostly voices start to sing. “Beware, beware the depths you tread, For the sea keeps secrets with the dead.” Chorus: The stars are maps, the moon’s our guide, We chase horizons, far and wide. Oh, drink to the men who brave the foam, For the sea’s no place to call a home. Through thunder’s roar and lightning’s lash, They fight the tide with sails and mast. And yet, no port, no land, appears, Just endless waves and mounting fears. At last, a glow upon the sea, A golden isle, where none are free. The sailors step on shifting sand, To find no treasure in their hands. Final Chorus: The stars have lied, the moon betrayed, The endless sea is where we’ve strayed. So sing for the men who brave the foam, For the sea will never be their home.
