Red sky in the morning, banshee still sleeping

But sure as the evening crowns the day

When she wakes to keen your fate

And fortune forfeit if to be tied

Out here on your side

On your side

I'll hold the line

When our audacious hope spoils useless

And the waves start to repeal your plimsoll line

Put your trembling hand in mine

I'll whistle, in the dark you hide

Out here on your side

On your side

I'll hold the line

On your side when the doctor can no more do mending

On your side where the seraph tires his wing and tread

On your side where no lark has been ascending

I'll hold the line

Out here on your side

I'll hold the line