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.
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.
