Choir – POTSMA Concert words to learn
SAILING
I am sailing, I am sailing, home again ‘cross the sea, I am sailing stormy waters to be near you, to be free
I am flying, I am flying like a bird, ‘cross the sky, I am flying, passing high clouds to be near you, to be free.
Can you hear me, can you hear me, thro’ the dark night far away? I am dying, for ever trying to be with you, who can say?
We are sailing, we are sailing home again ‘cross the sea, We are sailing stormy waters to be near you, to be free. To be near you, to be free.
WELLERMAN
There once was a ship that put to sea, The name of that ship was the Billy o’ Tea
The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down
Blow, me bully boys, blow (huh)
Soon may the Wellerman come to bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin’ is done we’ll take our leave and go
She had not been two weeks from shore
When down on her, a right whale bore
The captain called all hands and swore
He’d take that whale in tow (huh) Chorus
No line was cut, no whale was freed
The captain’s mind was not on greed
But he belonged to the Wellerman’s creed
She took that ship in tow (huh) Chorus
As far as I’ve heard, the fight’s still on
The line’s not cut, and the whale’s not gone
The Wellerman makes his regular call
Blow, me bully boys, blow (huh) Chorus
BIG BAD LAD OF THE OCEAN
I come from a very old family. (Family) For millions of years we’ve been at sea. (Been at sea.)
We’ve been accused, maligned and abused.
But they’ll never get the better of me. (Of me.)
‘Cos I’m the big bad lad of the ocean, I’m the mean machine of the sea.
You never know which way I’ll go, so don’t get too close to me.
I never show my emotions, I’m the coldest fish in the sea.
You never know which way I’ll go, so don’t get too close to me.
The whole of my life I can never sleep. (Never sleep.)
Patrolling the ocean all alone. (All alone.)
The day that I stop is the day that I drop
To the bottom of the sea like a stone. (Like a stone.) Chorus.
Big bad lad of the sea. (That’s me.)
SEAGULL
Seagull, seagull, sit on the shore, sit on the shore, sit on the shore.
Seagull, seagull, sit on the shore and sail on my Santy Anna.
Penguin –swim in the sea
Puffin –fly in the sky
Skua –follow the ship
PIRATES
The pirate ship is coming, We know it’s on its way,
The pirate ship is coming, We’ve seen it in the bay.
A skull and crossbones on the mast, A wild and noisy crew:
The pirate ship is coming And it’s after me and you!
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum, pirates like to have their fun!
Yo-ho-ho on the‘Salty Breeze’as they sail the seven seas.
The captain wears an eye-patch, A cutlass in his hand,
And on the bridge beside him, His faithful pirates stand. Chorus
They’re seeking gold and silver And jewels of ev’ry kind,
They’ll board each sailing vessel And take what they can find. Chorus
BEYOND THE SEA
Somewhere beyond the sea, somewhere waiting for me
My lover stands on golden sands, and watches the ships that go sailing
Somewhere beyond the sea, she’s there watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high, then straight to her arms, I’d go sailing
It’s far beyond a star, It’s near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt, my heart will lead me there soon
We’ll meet beyond the shore, we’ll kiss just as before
Happy we’ll be beyond the sea, and never again, I’ll go sailing
I know beyond a doubt, my heart will lead me there soon
We’ll meet beyond the shore, we’ll kiss just as before
Happy we’ll be beyond the sea, and never again, I’ll go sailing
SURFIN’ USA
UNDER THE SEA
The seaweed is always greener in somebody else’s lake.
You dream about going up there, but that is a big mistake.
Just look at the world around you
Right here on the ocean floor,
Such wonderful things surround you
What more is you lookin’ for?
Under the sea, under the sea
Darling it’s better down where it’s wetter, take it from me.
Up on the shore they work all day,
Out in the sun they slave away.
While we devotin’ full time to floatin’ under the sea.
Down here all the fish is happy as off through the waves they roll.
The fish on the land ain’t happy, they sad ’cause they in their bowl.
But fish in the bowl is lucky, they in for a worser fate.
One day when the boss get hungry, guess who’s gon’ be on the plate?
Under the sea, under the sea. Nobody beat us, fry us and eat us in fricassee.
We what the land folks loves to cook, under the sea we off the hook.
We got no troubles, life is the bubbles under the sea.
Each little clam here know how to jam here under the sea.
Each little snail here know how to wail here.
That’s why it’s hotter under the water.
Ya, we in luck here, down in the muck here under the sea.