Lyrics:

Fishermen, don't put your boats out to sea
There's a storm on the rise
The tide's on?the?turn and the?wind's come away
There's turmoil ahead in?the skies
It could be a day or a week or an age
As we wait for the gale to come round
There's mouths to be fed and there's bills to be paid
Before we return to the ground

Roll the ocean, roll the sea
Roll the ocean, roll the sea

Living's not easy with quotas cut down
And prices so low on the quay
To sell up and move on could be the best way
If we knew more than life on the sea
As the trawlers have all got their satcom and sonar
It's hard toil with hauler and creels
And the smaller boats forced into treacherous waters
The inner lochs long ago gleaned

Roll the ocean, roll the sea
Roll the ocean, roll the sea

The ocean's a safe place for each man and all
Treated with care and respect
But with tie-ups and curfews enforced in more sectors
You've got to chance fate on the decks
Captain and crew are all one and the same
When it comes down to sharing the pay
For the harder your toil and the longer your steam
The more chance of taking a wage

Roll the ocean, roll the sea
Roll the ocean, roll the sea