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We're running down a stormy sea and rolling through the thunder. |
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'Way haul, away. Well haul away, Joe. |
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It's ev'ry man aloft my boys or we'll be driven under. |
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'Way haul, away. Well, haul away, Joe. |
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'Way haul away. |
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We're bound for better weather. |
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'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe. |
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For seven days and seven nights we've labored to exhaustion. |
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'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe. |
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But now the breeze is from the East. |
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We'll come about for Boston. |
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'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe. |
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'Way haul away. |
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We're bound for better weather. |
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'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe. |
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East wind bring us home. |
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The ragged heavens open up. |
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We sound the jubilation. |
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'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe. |
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The setting sun's a beacon, boys, a sign of our salvation. |
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'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe. |
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'Way haul away. |
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We're bound for better weather. |
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'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe. |
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East wind bring us home. |
