Lyrics
Ohh hey, yo ho Raise it high Ohh hey, yo ho Sailors Grave
They packed up the city and headed for coast Back to the paddocks and the place they loved most Where the hard wind runs and the tall gums sway On the farm by the sea at Sailors Grave
Chris brought the brewing and the long slow flame Gab brought the old coast and the family name And out of the weather and the salt sea air They built something true and they built it there
Raise a glass at Sailors Grave To the wild old coast and the life we've made Where the beer runs cold and the stories flow And the sea wind sings where the tall gums blow
Raise a glass, let the whole room sing For the salt, the land, and the good things bring From the old dune days to the bar lights' glow Raise a glass at Sailors Grave, yo ho
There's a big bright shed on the rise by the road A stunning bar where the good beer's poured A beer garden open to the sky and breeze And long tables set out under coastal trees
Good food coming warm from the kitchen door Friends turning up and then calling for more And inside there's room when the days run late For a feast, a function, or to celebrate
Raise a glass at Sailors Grave To the wild old coast and the life we've made Where the beer runs cold and the stories flow And the sea wind sings where the tall gums blow
Raise a glass, let the whole room sing For the salt, the land, and the good things bring From the old dune days to the bar lights' glow Raise a glass at Sailors Grave, yo ho
Kids in the sandpit with the wreck to climb Laughter rolling in the afternoon time While out in the glass there's the coast itself Not something bought from a city shelf
Salt from the sea and the wild yeast strain Bush botanicals and the Snowy plains A taste of the country, a taste of the breeze A little wild coast carried in from the trees
Not just a brewery, not just a name But a place where the old coast still burns like flame From the shipwreck stories and the dune-side air To the people who gather and the lives they share
Ohh hey, yo ho Here's to the land and the open sky Ohh hey, yo ho A little wild coast in every pour
Raise a glass at Sailors Grave To the wild old coast and the life we've made Where the beer runs cold and the stories flow And the sea wind sings where the tall gums blow
Raise a glass, let the whole room sing For the salt, the land, and the good things bring From the old dune days to the bar lights' glow Raise a glass at Sailors Grave, yo ho
Ohh hey, yo ho Raise it high Ohh hey, yo ho Sailors Grave