Gordon Bok - Homeward bound

They will take us ^Ffrom the ^Cmoorings They will tow us ^Fdown the ^CBay They will pluck us up to ^Gwindward when we ^Csail We will hear the ^Fkeen wind ^Cwhistle We will feel the ^Fsting of ^Cspray When we've seen the deep-sea ^Gpilot o'er the ^Crail

Then it's ^FJohnnie ^Gheave and ^Cstart her Then it's ^FJohnnie ^Groll and ^Cgo When the ^Fmates have ^Gpicked the ^Cwatches There is little rest for ^GJack ^C We will sing the ^Fgood old ^Cchorus That the Homeward ^FBounders ^Cknow For the girls have got the ^Gtowrope And they're ^Fhauling in the ^Cslack ^{G C G C F C}

Through the dusty ^Fstreets and ^Cdismal Through the noises ^Fof the ^Ctown You can hear the West wind ^Ghumming through the ^Cshrouds And we'll see the ^Flightning ^Cleaping As the tropic ^Fsuns go ^Cdown And the dapple of the ^Gshadows on the ^Cclouds

And the ^Fsalt blood ^Gdances ^Cin us To the ^Ftune of ^GHomeward ^CBound To the ^Fcall to ^Gweary ^Cwatches To the sheet and to the ^Gtack ^C When they bid us ^Fman the ^Ccapstan All hands will ^Fwalk her ^Cround For the girls have got the ^Gtow-rope And they're ^Fhauling in the ^Cslack ^{G C G C F C}

Through the sunshine ^Fof the ^Ctropics Round the bleak and ^Fdreary ^CHorn Half across the sleepy ^Gplanet lies our ^Cway And we'll leave the ^Fland be^Chind us Like a welcome ^Flong out^Cworn When we see the reeling ^Gmastheads swing and ^Csway

Through the ^Fweather ^Gfair and ^Cstormy Through the ^Fcalm and ^Gin the ^Cgale We will ^Fheave and ^Ghaul to ^Chelp her We will keep her ^Gon her ^Ctrack And we'll sing the ^Fgood old ^Cchanties As all hands are ^Fmaking ^Csail For the girls have got the ^Gtow-rope And they're ^Fhauling in the ^Cslack

Heave a^Gway (haul a^Cway) Haul a^Gway (haul a^Cway) Heave a^Gway (heave a^Cway) Haul aw^Gay (haul a^Cway)