Red sky in the morning, banshee still sleeping But sure as the evening crowns the day When she wakes to keen your fate And fortune forfeit if to be tied Out here on your side On your side I'll hold the line When our audacious hope spoils useless And the waves start to repeal your plimsoll line Put your trembling hand in mine I'll whistle, in the dark you hide Out here on your side On your side I'll hold the line On your side when the doctor can no more do mending On your side where the seraph tires his wing and tread On your side where no lark has been ascending I'll hold the line Out here on your side I'll hold the line