Out on the morning on rough shores
Still the Skipper plots a course
And heads across the bay
And out on to the straits
'Cause he is a Skipper
Ever close to the water
With horizons as his only guide
Storms beat the coastline
But he's known them his whole life
He'll have boots still tied on when he dies
A lonesome figure wakes
A silhouette as morning breaks
Behind, only the past
His life slung on a strap
'Cause he is a Traveller
On that road bound for somewhere
With horizons as his only guide
Weathered but never worn out
Seasons come around
And boots still tied on when he dies
'Cause the Skipper and The Traveller
Will work and walk 'till they die
'Cause it's all they have
Yes The Skipper and The Traveller
Will work and walk 'till they die
'Cause it's all they have