Oh the waves crash in,
The tide pulls out,
It's an angry sea,
But there is no doubt,
That the lighthouse will keep shining out,
To warn the lonely sailor.
The lightning strikes
And the wind cuts cold,
Through the sailors bones,
To the sailors soul,
Till there's nothing left
That he can hold,
Except the rolling ocean.
But I am ready for the storm,
Yes, sir ready.
I am ready for the storm,
Ready for the storm.
Oh give me mercy for my dreams,
For every confrontation seems,
To tell me what it really means,
To be this lonely sailor.
And when you take me by your side,
You love me warm, you love me,
And I should've realised,
I had no reasons to be frightened.
But I am ready for the storm,
Yes, sir ready.
I am ready for the storm,
Ready for the storm.
The distance it is no real friend,
And time will take its time,
And you will find that in the end,
It brings you me the lonely sailor.
And when the sky begins to clear,
The sun it melts away my fear,
I'll cry a silent weary tear,
For those that mean to love me.
But I am ready for the storm,
Yes, sir ready.
I am ready for the storm,
Yes, sir ready.
I am ready for the storm,
Yes, sir ready.
I am ready for the storm,
I'm ready for the storm.
The tide pulls out,
It's an angry sea,
But there is no doubt,
That the lighthouse will keep shining out,
To warn the lonely sailor.
The lightning strikes
And the wind cuts cold,
Through the sailors bones,
To the sailors soul,
Till there's nothing left
That he can hold,
Except the rolling ocean.
But I am ready for the storm,
Yes, sir ready.
I am ready for the storm,
Ready for the storm.
Oh give me mercy for my dreams,
For every confrontation seems,
To tell me what it really means,
To be this lonely sailor.
And when you take me by your side,
You love me warm, you love me,
And I should've realised,
I had no reasons to be frightened.
But I am ready for the storm,
Yes, sir ready.
I am ready for the storm,
Ready for the storm.
The distance it is no real friend,
And time will take its time,
And you will find that in the end,
It brings you me the lonely sailor.
And when the sky begins to clear,
The sun it melts away my fear,
I'll cry a silent weary tear,
For those that mean to love me.
But I am ready for the storm,
Yes, sir ready.
I am ready for the storm,
Yes, sir ready.
I am ready for the storm,
Yes, sir ready.
I am ready for the storm,
I'm ready for the storm.