Storm Along - Wilderun

Stormie’s gone, the good old man

To my aye storm along

Oh, Stormie’s gone, the good old man

Aye aye Mister Storm along

They dug his grave with a silver spade

To my aye storm along

The shroud of finest silk was made

Aye aye Mister Storm along

He’s moored at least and furled his sail

To my aye storm along

No danger now from wreck or gale

Aye aye Storm along

Of captain brave, he was the best

To my aye storm along

But now he’s gone and is at rest

Aye aye Mister Storm along

Old Storm has heard the angel call

To my aye storm along

So sing his dirge, now one and all

I recall the day the hurricane

Engulfed a hundred ships

Fate was stripped from our hands

Waves of the size of mountainsides bludgeoned us one by one

Stormie saved so many under the veil of the blackened sun

As the wind came to a calm

The bright sun awakened the dawn

We stood in silence endlessly

And gazed to the edge of the sea

As we turned our heads

And looked back towards the shore

Our hearts sunk ever low

For our captain was no more

Still his body lay

At the breaking of the day

We lowered him with a golden chain

Our eyes dim with more than rain

He lies in an earthen bed

Our hearts are sore, our eyes are red

Storm along, we must now venture on

Into the beauty of the open sea

Our will must not become undone

Journey onwards far as our eyes can see

O do not mourn for long

Let our words ring on in his memory

The vast horizon draws us near

Journey onwards