Brother at Sea

We set sail on a winter moon tide

With the fanfare of sea bird song

The white bait and the porpoise followed

Until the view of the hills was gone

We set sail on a winter moon tide

With a chorus of sea bird song

A brother at sea is a brother in exile

Until his salty work be done

Day twenty seven we staged a mock wedding

To keep all of our spirits afloat

I drew the lot for the role of bridegroom

My blushing bride the figurehead

When I tried to bestow the kiss

The cheers of my shipmates cut short

To the sound of bells from overhead

The nearest church five hundred miles in Newfoundland

We set sail on a winter moon tide

With a chorus of sea bird song

A brother at sea is a brother in exile

Until his salty work be done

Last night I thought I heard the fever horses

Of Talcahuano cross the deck

Crossing the deck with a steady canter

To warm my pillow with their hot breath

We set sail on a winter moon tide

With a chorus of sea bird song

A brother at sea is a brother in exile

Until his salty work be done