作曲 : Steven Grove

Heave, Ho

Well we spend our days ‘neath the scorching sun

We work the salt flats till the day is done

Scouring for relics from a time long gone

When our father’s sang the ocean’s song

Heave, Ho

Now we rest our heads on shell and bone

In the belly of the city, outcasts alone

We long for the days when we hoist the sails

And we take to the sea to catch the roaring gales

And we take to the sea to catch the roaring gales