Up every morning early, I barely hit the bed
A good man has to break his back to earn his daily bread
Some spend their lives a-diggin, wish away their time
But I am never happier than when hauling in the lines
I'm a son of a sailor, a sea-faring man
I live off the water by the work of my hands
With my face to the wind, and my back to the land,
I'm a son of a sailor, and the sea, I command
My father was a fisherman like his father before
So I never really got a chance to labor safe on shore
My body hard and blistered, my bones bleached white with salt
And my ears are ever listening to hear the boatman's call
I'm a son of a sailor, a sea-faring man
I live off the water by the work of my hands
With my face to the wind, and my back to the land,
I'm a son of a sailor, and the sea, I command
When my days are over, when my time has come
Lower me down below the bow, let the waves take me home
There is no sweeter suffering for a sailor lost at sea
Than to see his soul at sunrise leave his body to the deep
I'm a son of a sailor, a sea-faring man
I live off the water by the work of my hands
With my face to the wind, and my back to the land,
I'm a son of a sailor, and the sea, I command
I'm a son of a sailor, and the sea, I command