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The Banks of Nevermore

chissilver

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Sea Shanty, Celtic fusion.

Lyrics

Instrumental Intro

Verse 1

Silver scales in the netting

Salty mist on my face

Cast away every fretting

Leaving port at a pace

I see the headland fading small

The gulls give out a final call

Three weeks of foam

Far from my home

Pre-Chorus

Pull on the line till the knuckles turn white

The swell is a mountain in morning light

The wood is a-creaking

The horizon we're seeking

Chorus

Heave away across the blue

A hollow hull and a hungry crew

Unknown tides and ancient stars

Follow the moon to where we are

Bound for the banks where the great fish play

Toss the luck to the breaking spray

We ride the roll

We find our soul

Verse 2

Stout hearts and a barrel of ale

Mending tears in the snapping sail

Copper sun in the western sky

Keep the compass pointed nigh

Winds blow fierce and winds blow cold

Better than staying to just grow old

Wandering ways

Shortening days

Pre-Chorus

Pull on the line till the knuckles turn white

The swell is a mountain in morning light

The wood is a-creaking

The horizon we're seeking

Chorus

Heave away across the blue

A hollow hull and a hungry crew

Unknown tides and ancient stars

Follow the moon to where we are

Bound for the banks where the great fish play

Toss the luck to the breaking spray

We ride the roll

We find our soul

Bridge

Where does the ocean end

Where does the sky begin

A world with a secret bend

Waiting to let us in

Is it gold or is it stone

Past the waters we have known

Keep the steady hand

Leave the weary land

Guitar Solo

Chorus

Heave away across the blue

A hollow hull and a hungry crew

Unknown tides and ancient stars

Follow the moon to where we are

Bound for the banks where the great fish play

Toss the luck to the breaking spray

We ride the roll

We find our soul

Chorus

Heave away across the blue

A hollow hull and a hungry crew

Unknown tides and ancient stars

Follow the moon to where we are

Bound for the banks where the great fish play

Toss the luck to the breaking spray

We ride the roll

We find our soul

Post-Chorus

Oh heave away (Heave away)

Far across the Atlantic today

Through the foam and the salt and the gray

Heave away (Heave away)

Instrumental Outro

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