The Wayfarer’s Lullaby

Sea Shanty.



The winds call me home
With words of rain,
the skies turning grey
through each window pane,
The hope that will free
My mornings with light,
eclipsed by the shoreline
my hearth is in sight.

Yo ho all hands
Refill my tankard
And I’ll tell you a tale
Of the depths of the oceans
And the dreams I once had
Tales of the storms we all have to withstand
Yo ho all hands.

Anticipation for each wave
all feels the same,
the ale flows ice cold
Into each vein,
My mind had been battered
like the hull through thunder,
A broken man now
awaiting the long slumber.

Yo ho all hands
Refill my tankard
And ill tell you a tale
Of the harshness of women
And why the seas aren’t as bad
Tales of the storms we all have to withstand
Yo ho all hands.

I will never again see
Such glory and riches,
salt air still smiles with me
Through the wounds and stiches,
But still I’ll stand tall
Hold my head up high,
Each chug of rum
Is it’s own battle cry.

Yo ho all hands
Refill my tankard
And ill tell you a tale
Of lands far away
And the friendships I had
Tales of the storms we all have to withstand
Yo ho all hands.

The yarns I carry with me
aren’t all filled with dread,
memory of family
with the sunrise ahead,
A smile and the tears
Worth their weight in gold,
Lost to the seas
And a story untold.

Yo ho all hands
Refill my tankard
And ill tell you a tale
Of who I once was
And what I could have had
Tales of the storms we all have to withstand
Yo ho all hands.

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