A Salty Dog

04:02
Michael Anthony
Brooker-Reid

Story

The spirit of adventure and the fearlessness of the unknown.

Lyrics

All hands on deck we've run afloat

I heard the captain cry              

Explore the ship replace the cook

Let no one leave alive

Across the straits around the horn

How far can sailors fly

A twisted path our tortured course

And no one left alive

 

We sailed for parts unknown to man

Where ships come home to die

No lofty peak nor fortress bold

Could match our captain's eye

Upon the seventh seasick day

We made our port of call

The sand so white and sea so blue

No mortal place at all

 

We fired the gun and burned the mast

And rode from ship to shore

The captain cried, we sailors wept

Our tears were tears of joy

Now many moons and many Junes

Have passed since we made land

And the salty dog, the seaman's log

Your witness in my own hand