You can smell the sea on his working clothes
I take rough hands, and I wouldn’t let go
Son if ships don’t sail, then our table is bare
And I’m not alone out there
Got to grow up fast, when you don’t have a choice
When your table is bare, and there’s no father’s
voice
Smell his working clothes on the cold salt air
And I’m not alone out there
CHORUS:
We are cast adrift on an endless storm
Many dreams will come and wash overboard
But we will not mourn, what we have not lost
We will learn to row with the oars
We have got
For the waves may die, but the sea remains
Nets disappear in the deep again
Lifting life for all to share
And we’re not alone out there
We are not alone out there
CHORUS
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