There's a hurricane breeze growing off the East coast
It's swaying the trees and stirring the boats
There's no telling who it will affect the most
Mother's all hold children tight to their breast
While the men of the sea battle their death
There's no telling who will be dragged to the depths
There's wind in the rigging and waves over bow
There's no telling what the sea will allow
All hands to stations, all ships to shore
There's no telling who won't return anymore
There's a light in the harbour swinging 'round through the fog
The silence of knowing and the howl of a dog
There's no telling who the dark water has called
There's candles in windows all lit for the souls
Lost to the madness or found on the shoals
There's no telling who has been swept to the cold
There's wind in the rigging and waves over bow
There's no telling what the sea will allow
All hands to stations, all ships to shore
There's no telling who won't return anymore