The Blessing (Of the Fleet)

The ships have been waiting too long in the harbor
A fair wind is calling the fleet to set sail
Ice on the moorings have finally melted
Forgotten the frost and the winter's last gale
The fishermen come with their nets newly mended
And gather their families there on the shore
Children and fathers fall equally silent
While sweethearts and wives wish for one
One minute more

Then drawing together and bowing their heads
For the ones who are sailing away
The journey is worth every danger they dread
So they stand by the sea and they prey

May your nets be filled and your compass true
May the wind and the wave be your friend
May you stand the storm and the hand of the Lord
Bring you safely to harbor again

Anchors way, let the canvases billow
As full as the hearts of the ones left behind
Who'll watch till the last sail sinks o'er the horizon
Then chart their own course through an ocean of time
Many are waiting and many must travel
And someday we all will sail over the rim
For every hand on the helm heard the calling
Some will be fishers and some, fishers of men

So drawing together and bowing our heads
For the ones who are sailing away
The journey is worth every danger they dread
So they stand by each other and prey

May your nets be filled and your compass true
May the wind and the wave be your friend
May you stand the storm and the hand of the Lord
Bring you safely to harbor again

May your nets be filled and your compass true
May the wind and the wave be your friend
May you stand the storm and the hand of the Lord
Bring you safely to harbor again