Hoist up the Colors!

Cut. Cut away. Let the axes fly
Let a'loose them ropes and everything dry
Leave the scars of the land far away ashore
Let the strumpets cry like the waves will roar

Let the pall disperse. Let them see our stern
Pray we nay be moored, pray our names be earned
Let our bilge grow damp, let our futtocks crack
May our Bows be strong, and the winds at our back

Lucky fools! Hoist up them Colors!!
Lucky fools! Hoist up them Colors!!

Bring the anchor up, up. Let the sails roll down
Let them rats grow old. May we hang or drown
Let the swell grow high. Nay we stillness feel
Let the fathoms wail down below our keel

Set! Set a'sail. Let the landlubbers stay
Leave this cradle of dirt to the Ocean's spray
Let the skies and seas be our only friends
Let our journeys start, long before it ends!

Lucky fools! Hoist up them Colors!!
Lucky fools! Hoist up them Colors!!

Take the fate... back to our hands! back to our hands!
Take the fate... back to our hands! back to our hands!



Credits
Writer(s): Asaf Avidan, Hadas Kleinman, Ori Winokur, Jonathan Sheleg, Ran Nir, Roi Peled
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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