Storm Along

Stormie's gone, the good old man
 To my aye storm along
 Oh, Stormie's gone, the good old man
 Aye aye Mister Storm along
 They dug his grave with a silver spade
 To my aye storm along
 The shroud of finest silk was made
 Aye aye Mister Storm along
 He's moored at least and furled his sail
 To my aye storm along
 No danger now from wreck or gale
 Aye aye Storm along
 Of captain brave, he was the best
 To my aye storm along
 But now he's gone and is at rest
 Aye aye Mister Storm along
 Old Storm has heard the angel call
 To my aye storm along
 So sing his dirge, now one and all
 I recall the day the hurricane
 Engulfed a hundred ships
 Fate was stripped from our hands
 Waves of the size of mountainsides bludgeoned us one by one
 Stormie saved so many under the veil of the blackened sun
 As the wind came to a calm
 The bright sun awakened the dawn
 We stood in silence endlessly
 And gazed to the edge of the sea
 As we turned our heads
 And looked back towards the shore
 Our hearts sunk ever low
 For our captain was no more
 Still his body lay
 At the breaking of the day
 We lowered him with a golden chain
 Our eyes dim with more than rain
 He lies in an earthen bed
 Our hearts are sore, our eyes are red
 Storm along, we must now venture on
 Into the beauty of the open sea
 Our will must not become undone
 Journey onwards far as our eyes can see
 O do not mourn for long
 Let our words ring on in his memory
 The vast horizon draws us near
 Journey onwards...