Rolling Home

Call all hands to man the capstan
see the cable run down clear
Heave away and with a will boys
for old England we will steer
And we'll sing in joyful through the watches of the night

And we'll sight our land before us
when the grey dawn brings the light.

Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old England, rolling home dear land to thee.
High aloft up in the rigging
blows the loud, exalting gale
Like bird's wide, outstretched pinions
spreads on high each swelling sail
And the wild waves cleft behind us
seem to murmur as they flow

There are loving arms that wait you
in the land to which you go

Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old England, rolling home dear land to thee.
Many thousand miles behind us
many thousand miles before
Ancient ocean heave to waft us
to that well-remembered shore
Cheer up Jack, bright smiles await you
from the fairest of the fair

And their loving eyes will greet you
with kind welcomes everywhere.
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old England, rolling home dear land to thee.
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old England, rolling home dear land to thee.



Credits
Writer(s): Traditional, Lars-luis Linek
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