Lyrics
Ohh hey, yo ho Wild wind blow Ohh hey, yo ho Sailors Grave
East of Marlo where the hard winds run Past the Snowy mouth and the whitening sun There's a cove in the dunes where the old tales stay And the salt keeps watch at Sailors Grave
Before the roads and the polished trade It was sand and scrub and a rough bush shade A hut by the weather, a fire by the sea And a coast that gave no guarantees
Oh Sailors Grave, when the hard wind blows The sand keeps stories that the wild tide knows From Beware Reef to the breaking foam The lost and the living still call this home
Hey now, haul now, hear that dark wind sing Over dune and hollow where the seabirds wing Oh Sailors Grave, where the old names stay Buried in the salt and the shifting grey
They say a ship struck hard on Beware Reef And the sea showed little in the way of grief Three men came ashore where the white waves gave And were laid in sand at Sailors Grave
A rough old cross and a heap of stone For souls the coast would not give home And the years rolled over with the grass and rain But the name held fast in the drifting plain
Oh Sailors Grave, when the hard wind blows The sand keeps stories that the wild tide knows From Beware Reef to the breaking foam The lost and the living still call this home
Hey now, haul now, hear that dark wind sing Over dune and hollow where the seabirds wing Oh Sailors Grave, where the old names stay Buried in the salt and the shifting grey
Then came the summers of the hut and dune Long bright days and the wild gull tune A pub in the sand and a laughing fire Freedom enough for the young heart's desire
Goannas moved through the tea-tree shade Sea eagles rode where the high winds played And the old coast spirit, half fierce, half brave Still moved through the scrub at Sailors Grave
Ohh hey, the old wind knows What the sea takes down and the tide bestows From the Snowy plains to the Conran shore The coast keeps count and asks no more
Ohh hey, yo ho Wild wind blow Ohh hey, yo ho Sailors Grave
Oh Sailors Grave, when the hard wind blows The sand keeps stories that the wild tide knows From Beware Reef to the breaking foam The lost and the living still call this home
Hey now, haul now, raise that voice again For the dune-side dead and the summer friends Oh Sailors Grave, through the years you stay In the breath of the coast and the blown salt spray
Ohh hey, yo ho Wild wind blow Ohh hey, yo ho Sailors Grave