Lyrics

Lyric
V1
Not much boat just sticks and rope 
But give a shout to those who hope

They will go, and who’s to say 
When water spray and folk who pray

In whispers at the break of day 
Will risk it all for not much pay.  

They sail before (the) morning gales
The sea remembers these broken sails

Chorus
She sings a verse from the song of sand 
That ribbon at the race’s end 
Where the deep blue sea calls out in endless waves,  
Between there and here. (turn back, go back)   

V2
In or out can make a day
Give a shout to those who pray

The sea knows well these broken boats 
That cradled her while the infant floats

as she fell in the endless deep  
Unseen by all even gods asleep

Where the deepest sea calls out in sound
And the moon and tides cry you’ll be found