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 th e spray in your eyes,
Know the albatross that cries, is just a frien d.
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 ou r path to the sun,
'Till our everlasting search is at an end.
Instrumental : (x3)
Hold on fast, to the skies; smell th e spray in your eyes,
Know the albatross that cries, is just a friend .
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