| Song | away from the roll of the sea |
| Artist | Tiankong合唱团 |
| Album | 纯美之声 |
| Away From The Roll Of The Sea - Tian Kong 合唱团 | |
| Small craft in a harbour that's still and serene, | |
| Give no indication what their ways have been; | |
| They rock at their moorings all nestled in dreams, | |
| Away from the roll of the sea. | |
| Their stern lines are groaning a lullaby air, | |
| A ghost in the cuddy, a gull on the spar; | |
| But never they whisper of journeys afar, | |
| Away from the roll of the sea. | |
| Oh, had they the tongues for to speak, | |
| What tales of adventure they'd weave; | |
| But now they are anchored to sleep, | |
| And slumber alee. | |
| Come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray, | |
| Come harvest a-plenty to them every day; | |
| Till guided by harbour lights they're home to stay, | |
| Away from the roll of the sea. | |
| Oh, had they the tongues for to speak, | |
| What tales of adventure they'd weave; | |
| But now they are anchored to sleep, | |
| And slumber alee. | |
| Come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray, | |
| Come harvest a-plenty to them every day; | |
| Till guided by harbour lights they're home to stay, | |
| Away from the roll of the sea. | |
| Away from the roll of the sea. |
| Away From The Roll Of The Sea Tian Kong hé chàng tuán | |
| Small craft in a harbour that' s still and serene, | |
| Give no indication what their ways have been | |
| They rock at their moorings all nestled in dreams, | |
| Away from the roll of the sea. | |
| Their stern lines are groaning a lullaby air, | |
| A ghost in the cuddy, a gull on the spar | |
| But never they whisper of journeys afar, | |
| Away from the roll of the sea. | |
| Oh, had they the tongues for to speak, | |
| What tales of adventure they' d weave | |
| But now they are anchored to sleep, | |
| And slumber alee. | |
| Come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray, | |
| Come harvest aplenty to them every day | |
| Till guided by harbour lights they' re home to stay, | |
| Away from the roll of the sea. | |
| Oh, had they the tongues for to speak, | |
| What tales of adventure they' d weave | |
| But now they are anchored to sleep, | |
| And slumber alee. | |
| Come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray, | |
| Come harvest aplenty to them every day | |
| Till guided by harbour lights they' re home to stay, | |
| Away from the roll of the sea. | |
| Away from the roll of the sea. |