Wolfstone - No Tie Ups lyrics

Fishermen don't put your boats out to sea

There's a storm on the rise

The tide's on the turn and the wind's come away

There's turmoil ahead in the skies

It could be a day or a week or an age

As we wait for the gale to come around

There's mouths to be fed and there's bills to be paid

Before we return to the ground

Roll the ocean, roll the sea

Roll the ocean, roll the sea

Living's not easy with quotas cut down

Prices so low on the key

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 sat-com and sonars

It's hard toil with hauler and creels

And the smaller boats forced into treacherous waters

The inner lochs long ago gleaned

Roll the ocean, roll the sea

Roll the ocean, roll the sea

The ocean's a safe place for each man and all

If treated with care and respect

But with tie-ups and curfews enforced in more sectors

You've 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

Roll the ocean, roll the sea

Roll the ocean, roll the sea