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Hoist the sails, batten the hold,
Loosen the ropes that keep us from the shoal;
Set a course for the open sea,
To where my soul has got to be,
Away from the land, take me by the hand.
The way the sun dances from bow to cap,
Seems like a shower of mist were a treasure from a map;
With a set of crown jewels decorated in gold,
From the bottom of the comber's roll.
(And I am) Shippin' my mind away, you know it's hard to stay,
From your love is where I want to be;
Shippin' my mind away, you know it's got to stay,
For your love, it's where I want to be.
The evening shadows pull the lights away,
Searching for places to hide a passing day;
A fortnight delivered a whisper on a tide,
Calling gently on a sailor's pride.
(And I am) Shippin' my mind away, you know it's hard to stay,
From your love is where I want to be;
Shippin' my mind away, you know it's got to stay,
For your love, it's where I want to be.
From the Dictionary Of Newfoundland English:
Comber - a long wave that has reached its peak or broken into
foam; a breaker.
