A ship may be safe in a harbor,
At anchor close to the shore
A ship may be safe in a harbor,
But that ain't what ships were made for.
A child may be safe in a mother's arms,
There may be safe from harm
A child may be safe at home
But that ain't what a child was made for.
Ships were made for sailin' across the high seas
More ships and sailors rot in the port,
Than ever are drowned in the sea.
Ships were made for sailin' across the high seas
More ships and sailors rot in the port,
Than ever are drowned in the sea.
When you're riding the anchor, and the shore is alee
And you smell a storm on the breeze,
Call up the captain, shorten the sail,
Seek safe harbor, or run to the sea.
Ships were made for sailin' across the high seas
More ships and sailors rot in the port,
Than ever are drowned in the sea.
Ships were made for sailin' across the high seas
More ships and sailors rot in the port,
Than ever are drowned in the sea.
Help your children to lay a strong keel,
Teach them to loft a fair line
They'll build their vessel with beauty and care,
And launch on the rising tide.
Ships were made for sailin' across the high seas
More ships and sailors rot in the port,
Than ever are drowned in the sea.
Ships were made for sailin' across the high seas
More ships and sailors rot in the port,
Than ever are drowned in the sea.
A ship may be safe in a harbor,
At anchor close to the shore
A ship may be safe in a harbor,
But that ain't what a ship were made for.
That ain't what a child was made for.
That ain't what you were made for.