Whaler - Montrose

A salty tide holds a sailor’s dream

A year at sea or so it seems

Sail away, until the dusk do you rise

The Captain’s call, wipe the sleep from your eyes

You sight the whaler who seems to be wise

A ship and harpoon, a man in disguise

An ocean breeze bring the taste of your life

Whaler…

On deck with a crew of seafaring men

Channeled in calm and waiting for wind

Out of the sea, out of the night

The hour has come, your time has begun…