We’ll Carry On
By Jimmy Rankin
If the waves roll rough as in days before
Still we put our boats to sea
The take has been tough, we’re counting on more
To make the season pay
It was back in ’83 my brothers and me
Laid our poor father in his grave
Even though he’s dead and gone, his voice lives on
In the hiss and pull of the waves
We’ll carry on, carry on
Sing these words through all the damage done
The old salt would say, I am my father’s son
Come hell or high water
We’ll carry on
In smoky grey rooms, beneath bare light bulbs,
The accusations fly
What the hell do they want, they’ve taken enough
From this way of life once mine
We’ll carry on, carry on
Sing these words through all the damage done
The old salt would say, I am my father’s son
Come hell or high water
We’ll carry on
It’s a merciless scheme, not a fisherman’s dream
The way the tide has turned
For not long before, by these restless shores
A man could his living earn
We’ll carry on, carry on
Sing these words through all the damage done
The old salt would say, I am my father’s son
Come hell or high water
We’ll carry on,
Hell or high water
Hell or high water
Hell or high water
We’ll carry on
