CHORUS
It's red right returning On back to Nine Island
Hauling our catch farewell to the sea
For home our heart's yearning as we view the highlands
We're riding the crest And our spirits are free

We're dreaming of camp as the main sail's unfurling
the evening is blessed with a favoring wind
Our faces are chapped from the weeks of our toiling
while our labors have kept us from drinking and sin
with thoughts of our docking all faces are smiling
the haul is a bumper well blessed by the Man
Life's pleasures are best when your heart it is pining
and ever more joyful when they're close at hand CHORUS

The sun in the west as it's drifting and lazing
shines and reflects on the houses ashore
it seemingly sets all the windows a blazing
Our hearts they will leap when we walk thru their doors
Our faces will glow like the campfires burning
We'll drink up the time with our family and friends
we'll cherish the time for soon we're returning
It's moments at camp we wish they'd never end CHORUS

The first night at camp will last till sun's dawning
with tales of the past full of laughter and song
The glasses we drank will soon lend to our yawning
It's here all are welcome It's here you belong
We easily lose all our thoughts of employment
enjoying all things as we're fast on the shore
when the day soon arrives and we're bound for deployment
we'll plan our returning when we leave once more CHORUS