Boats Away
Murray Head
Climb the rigging and haul the ropes, Hoist and un-furl the dusty sail. Winds are singing; we're bound for hope, It is im-possible to fail. Flesh is willing and dreams will soar, When we sight, the distant shore. Hold on fast, to the skies; smell the spray in your eyes, Know the albatross that cries, is just a friend. Glide our weary pain-laden souls, Over hollowed, heaving waves. Weigh our bodies down with salt, Every hallowed, heathen sways. There is hope to guide us there, There is love; to make us one. With our souls, as the anchor; light our path to the sun, 'Till our everlasting search is at an end. Instrumental : (x3) Hold on fast, to the skies; smell the spray in your eyes, Know the albatross that cries, is just a friend. Finale :