[Verse 1] Fishermen, dont put your boats out to sea Theres a storm on the rise The tides on the turn and the winds come away Theres turmoil ahead in the skies It could be a day or a week or an age As we wait for the gale to come round Theres mouths to be fed and theres bills to be paid Before we return to the ground [Chorus] Roll the ocean, roll the sea Roll the ocean, roll the sea [Verse 2] Livings not easy with quotas cut down And prices so low on the quay To sell up and move on could be the best way If we knew more than life on the sea As the trawlers have all got their satcom and sonar Its hard toil with hauler and creels And the smaller boats forced into treacherous waters The inner lochs long ago gleaned [Chorus] Roll the ocean, roll the sea Roll the ocean, roll the sea [Verse 3] The oceans a safe place for each man and all Treated with care and respect But with tieups and curfews enforced in more sectors Youve got to chance fate on the decks Captain and crew are all one and the same When it comes down to sharing the pay For the harder your toil and the longer your steam The more chance of taking a wage [Chorus] Roll the ocean, roll the sea Roll the ocean, roll the sea
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