away from the roll of the sea

　　Away From The Roll Of The Sea - Tian Kong 合唱团

　　Small craft in a harbour that's still and serene,

　　Give no indication what their ways have been;

　　They rock at their moorings all nestled in dreams,

　　Away from the roll of the sea.

　　Their stern lines are groaning a lullaby air,

　　A ghost in the cuddy, a gull on the spar;

　　But never they whisper of journeys afar,

　　Away from the roll of the sea.

　　Oh, had they the tongues for to speak,

　　What tales of adventure they'd weave;

　　But now they are anchored to sleep,

　　And slumber alee.

　　Come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray,

　　Come harvest a-plenty to them every day;

　　Till guided by harbour lights they're home to stay,

　　Away from the roll of the sea.

　　Oh, had they the tongues for to speak,

　　What tales of adventure they'd weave;

　　But now they are anchored to sleep,

　　And slumber alee.

　　Come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray,

　　Come harvest a-plenty to them every day;

　　Till guided by harbour lights they're home to stay,

　　Away from the roll of the sea.

　　Away from the roll of the sea.