The Carachs are sailing way out on the blue, laden with herring of silvery hue.
Silver the herring and silver the sea, soon they'll be silver for my love and me.
Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow, lean your head over and hear the wind blow.
On the wings of the wind, o'er the deep rolling sea, angels are coming to watch over thee.
Angels are coming to watch over thee, so hark to the winds coming over the sea.
Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow, lean your head over and hear the wind blow.
O winds of the night, may your fury be crossed, may no one that's dear to our island be lost.
Blow the wind gently, calm be the foe, shine the light brightly to guide us back home.
Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow, lean your head over and hear the wind blow.
Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow, lean your head over and hear the wind blow.
The caracks are sailing out over the sea, laden with herring for my love and me.
The caracks are sailing out over the sea, laden with herring for my love and me.