The Navigators lyrics

Feet fixed firm on windswept headland Far above the raging sea Lord of all the stormy deeps The wealth of ages at his knee Protects and nurtures navigators Raiders bold who loot and plunder Giving strength to hold at bay The tallest wave, the savage thunder Then, to bring them home again Safe to revel in their fame With tales of valour, harsh and virile Treasures taken in gods' names Crab pots stacked, fat diesel straining At the white and foam-flecked wave Echo sounding, seaman rounding Dark mull skirts a watery grave Which calls to lure brave navigators Who venture far from harbour home Burning with that lust of feisty Fisher-folk who live to roam