Atlantic Chorus

"There's a song that I hear every morning,

Of the boats as they roll out to sea;

As the chorus rolls on, the tide flows so strong,

Makes a natural seafaring song.

And it follows the tide down the channel,

In the wake of a fair wind to sea;

With a powerful glide, the keel it rides,

'Neath the white bows that gleam on the sea.

Chorus:

Roll on my childhood song,

Roll on to greet the dawn,

Till your engines sing their homeward song,

Of Atlantic chorus strong.

Now it's early and clear on the water,

I can see how the boats slip away;

As the sun lights the day, they're off on their way,

My dreams all sail on the bay.

And with the ocean so near there beside me,

I'm feeling the change of the tide;

My spirit's set free,

I watch from the lee,

And hear my song of the sea.

Chorus:

Roll on my childhood song,

Roll on to greet the dawn,

Till your engines sing their homeward song,

Of Atlantic chorus strong."