Waiting for the Supply Ship
Folk sea shanty with a stomping 96 BPM beat: stacked voices over stomps and claps, with a deep male baritone lead and a crew chorus answering him. Stoic and rousing, sung in English, about sailors on a long voyage waiting for the supply ship to come.
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Lyrics
The salt has bitten through the wood.The hardtack turns to dust and sand.Six months since we have understoodThe touch of grass or solid land.Hold the line, watch the glass.Waiting for the white sails.Let the weary winter pass.Waiting for the white sails.The barrels groan a hollow sound.The lantern oil is running low.Our heavy hearts are homeward bound,Where apple trees and rivers flow.Hold the line, watch the glass.Waiting for the white sails.Let the weary winter pass.Waiting for the white sails.We scan the edge where sky meets gray.A ghost of hope in every cloud.To keep the hunger far away,We lift our voices long and loud.Hold the line, watch the glass.Waiting for the white sails.Let the weary winter pass.Waiting for the white sails.Hold the line, watch the glass.Waiting for the white sails.Let the weary winter pass.Waiting for the white sails.
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