Small craft in a harbour That's still and serene Give no indication What their ways have been They rock at their moorings All nestled in dreams Away from the roll of the sea Their stern lines are groaning A lullaby air A ghost in the cuddy A gull on the spar But never they whisper Of journeys afar Away from the roll of the sea Oh, had they the tongues for to speak What tales of adventure they'd weave But now they are anchored to sleep And slumber alee Come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray Come harvest a-plenty to them ev'ry day Till guided by harbour lights they're home to stay Away from the roll of the sea Away from the roll of the sea