Harbor of Typee

Harbor of Typee – Ewan MacColl

And now for Alaska we are bound
To leave you all behind
Though we ship it cold and green
Still our blubber hooks are keen
As we sail before the icy wind.

The northern night begins to fall
And the stars begin to burn
With the chasing of the whale
And the trying of the oil
Oh it looks like we'll never return.

When winter comes round we point our bows
Towards the southern sea
It's good-bye to ice and snow
To the whaling grounds we go
And the harbor of Typee.

When winter comes round we point our bows
Towards the southern sea
It's good-bye to ice and snow
To the whaling grounds we go
And the harbor of Typee
As we sail before the icy wind
Oh it looks like we'll never return