The Thundering Sea


As with many songs, the lyrics make far less sense as a poem without the music, but for what it is worth, I think it at least makes for interesting reading.




Standing on the rock overlooking the sea,
with the wind blowing in my hair.
Storm clouds gathering overhead,
strange feeling in the air.
Look out yonder, a sailing ship,
leaning hard in the breeze.
Gulls scream but you can't even hear them
for the pounding of the waves.

How I hate it when the cold wind blows
there's a shiverin' in my bones.
Something about the Thundering Sea
makes a man feel all alone.
She will sing you a lullaby,
make you forget all about your fears.
She will take you far away from home
and leave you drowning in your tears.

- Oh there's a cold wind blowin',
- and the waves are rollin',
- I can hear, she's a-callin' me...
- O - oh, the Thundering Sea. (repeat)

Now my head is spinning, I can see a vision,
It's a ship out upon the sea.
Where she comes from, nobody knows,
...called the Thundering Sea.
The crew is young, and the crew is old,
and some don't have any names.
Some want love, and some want gold,
and some, they just want fame...
On the Thundering Sea.

- - They are the men who will sail away forever
- - on an endless sea of time.
- - Sailing on in the memories
- - of the ones they've left behind.

And each one was once like me,
they stood here upon the shore.
They saw the sea, they felt the wind,
and they heard the mighty roar.
They learned to live and they learned to die
by the changing of the tides.
They heard the call, they left their homes,
and they said their last good-byes...
On the Thundering Sea.

- Oh there's a cold wind blowin',
- and the waves are rollin',
- I can hear, she's a-callin' me...
- O - oh, the Thundering Sea. (repeat)

- O - oh, the Thundering Sea. (repeat)

David Chiasson - May 1986