If the waves roll rough as in days before
Still we put our boats to sea
The take has be tough
We're counting on more
To make the season pay

It was back in '83
My brothers and me
Laid our poor father in his grave
Even though he's dead and gone
His voice lives on
In the hiss and the pull of the waves

We'll carry on, carry on
Sing these words
Through all the damage done
The old salt would say
I am my father's son
Come hell or high water
We'll carry on

In smoky gray rooms
Beneath bare lightbulbs
The accusations fly
What the hell do they want
They've taken enough
From this way of life once mine

It's a merciless scheme
Not a fisherman's dream
The way the tide has turned
For not long before
By these restless shores
A man could his living earn

We'll carry on, carry on
Sing these words
Through all the damage done
The old salt would say
I am my father's son
Come hell or high water
We'll carry on
Hell or high water
Hell or high water
Hell or high water
We'll carry on