However, I DO have the words.

AWAY FROM THE ROLL OF THE SEA
Allister MacGillivray © Sea-Cape Music

Small craft in the harbour that's still and serene
Give no indication what their ways have been
They'll rock at their moorings all nestled in dreams
Away from the roll of the sea
 
Their stern lines are groaning, a lullaby airs
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 play
Come harvest aplenty to them every day
Till guided by harbour lights they're home to stay
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 play
Come harvest aplenty to them every day
Till guided by harbour lights they're home to stay
Away from the roll of the sea