3 HrTour - Gone A-Whalin' (feat. Paul Koss) Lyrics

Three fortnights ago I went a-sailing
Bound 'cross the ocean with the tide
I signed on this ship that's gone a-whaling
Leaving my highland home and bride

We cleared away the boats here for the first time
Three miles off the coast of Labrador
They say that these first days are the worst time
Three years till I'll once again see shore

Now it's all hands up the rigging
As she leans onto her rail
On deck the watchbell's ringing
As the daylight slowly pale

So here's to the lands we left behind us
Here's to the loves we left alone
Here's to the letters that remind us
Of the day when we sail again for home

The lookout says we're coming on to weather
An early blast of winter's blowing in
So it's oilskins and boots of highland leather
Braces set and lean into the wind

Then it's southward we'll roll on through September
Where the finback and the sperm are not so few
We'll haul 'round the Horn by late December
And search for the great Pacific Blue

Now there's ice hangs from the rigging
And the wind tears through her sails
You can hear the mate's voice ringing
Through this North Atlantic gale

So here's to the lands we left behind us
Here's to the loves we left alone
Here's to the letters that remind us
Of the day when we sail again for home