Jack Splittard
We`re running down a stormy sea and rolling through the thunder. `Way haul, away. Well haul away, Joe.
It`s ev`ry man aloft my boys or we`ll be driven under. `Way haul, away. Well, haul away, Joe.
Chorus:
`Way haul away. We`re bound for better weather. `Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
For seven days and seven nights we`ve labored to exhaustion. `Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
But now the breeze is from the East. We`ll come about for Boston. `Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
(Chorus)
East wind bring us home.
The ragged heavens open up. We sound the jubilation. `Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
The setting sun`s a beacon, boys, a sign of our salvation. `Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
(Chorus)
East wind bring us home.