Away From The Roll Of The Sea | Jonathan Estabrooks

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Hello notification squad! I hope you like this Canadian Classic! Leave a comment and a thumbs up if you did! What should I cover next?

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David Campbell - "Better Than I"

[@sheilajenkins2843]

This is awesome! The beautiful song, gorgeous scenery...well done! 💗

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🙏 ♥️

[@jodycarol]

I do love this song! Great job as always. ❤️

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Thank you so much!

[@mariagerrits8440]

What a beautiful song ..... love the melody 🎶🙋🏻‍♀️

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I love it too! 🙏

[@peggydufek7287]

Thanks, Jonathan, for offering this exciting music video of a beautiful Canadian folk song that is sung so well with your soulful baritone voice. And it is from “These Miles”, your Debut Album!

[@jonathanestabrooks]

It is! Thanks as always Peggy!

[@FattiPattiPat]

Absolutely beautiful and very much enjoyed your performance Jonathon.

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🙏 💜

[@EANNE1000]

I really like The St. Johns Waltz originally composed and sung by Ron Hynes.

[@jonathanestabrooks]

I don’t know it but thanks for the suggestion!! I’ll check it out

[@jpnlvr]

Beautiful 💕💕💕

[@jonathanestabrooks]

Thank you so much!!

[@marthaasiain5911]

Congratulaciones Jonathan, beautiful song and interpretation.!

[@jonathanestabrooks]

Thank you Martha!!

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Lyrics: Small craft in a harbour that's still and serene, Give no indication what their ways have been; They rock at their moorings all nestled in dreams, Away from the roll of the sea. Their stern lines are groaning a lullaby air, A ghost in the cuddy, a gull on the spar; But never they whisper of journeys afar, Away from the roll of the sea. Oh, had they the tongues for to speak, What tales of adventure they'd weave; But now they are anchored to sleep, And slumber alee. Come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray, Come harvest a-plenty to them ev'ry day; Till guided by harbour lights they're home to stay, Away from the roll of the sea. Oh, had they the tongues for to speak, What tales of adventure they'd weave; But now they are anchored to sleep, And slumber alee. Come fair winds to wake them tomorrow, we pray, Come harvest a-plenty to them ev'ry day; Till guided by harbour lights they're home to stay, Away from the roll of the sea.