Sailing on deep water on a foggy summers day Leaving all behind me don´t know where I´ll make me way Lying in the shadow underneath the foremast-tree Playing shanties on my bluesharp singing songs for you and me
We were loaded down with barley, we were loaded down with rye Well the parrot he looked down at me, a twinkle in his eye And the skipper he come up on deck a spy-glass in his hand Surrounded by the open sea he couldn´t spy the land
Well I know my song has lasted and my words are long enough The tune is interesting but the rhymes are mighty rough Well you wake up in the morning late at night you fell to ground Do not think about tomorrow let it go and come around
Play your harp so wild and free Would you sit around the bunk and listen unto me? You feel high and I feel low Would you play the harp again and let the music go?
Set the sail whereever I go, set the sail whereever I come from Set the sail whenever I know whereever I will go Set the sail whereever I go, set the sail whereever I come from Set the sail whenever I know whereever I will go