

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] The sky might turn against me Waves might crown my head Charts all soaked and tattered Rum gone Bread like lead The captain’s voice is fading The compass spins in place But I still feel the harbor Like a fire in my chest [Chorus] I can’t change the wind But I’ll adjust my sails Lean into the storm and ride the roaring gales May the currents twist May the black clouds wail I can’t change the wind But I’ll adjust my sails (hey!) [Verse 2] The gossip in the galley Says we’re damned and done They curse the crash of water They curse the choking sun But I’ll tie off every halyard And I’ll haul ’til fingers bleed ’Cause I was born to wander And to find the path I need [Chorus] I can’t change the wind But I’ll adjust my sails Lean into the storm and ride the roaring gales May the currents twist May the black clouds wail I can’t change the wind But I’ll adjust my sails (ho!) [Bridge] Let the wild tide test me (test me) Let the deep swell rise There’s a distant bell that’s ringing And it’s cutting through the sky If the world keeps shifting And the old maps fail I’ll draw a new horizon With the swing of every sail [Chorus] I can’t change the wind But I’ll adjust my sails Lean into the storm and ride the roaring gales May the currents twist May the black clouds wail I can’t change the wind But I’ll adjust my sails [Chorus] I can’t change the wind But I’ll adjust my sails (hey!) Sing it for the lost who followed battered trails Raise your cups and hearts Let the doubt turn pale I can’t change the wind But I’ll adjust my sails (woah)
Tags
Rowdy pub-style sea shanty with stomps, claps, and gang vocals. Fiddles trade lines with a wheezing concertina over a rolling floor-tom pattern. Verses start almost spoken, then blossom into full-throated sing-alongs; chorus explodes with stacked male vocals and call-and-response shouts. Final chorus pushes tempo and volume, ending on a big unison shout., shanty
2:50
No
3/4/2026