Lyrics:
(Lead) Come gather round, you sailors of the stars,

(Chorus) Heave ho, Sophie, tell us who you are.


Verse 1

We found a fire in the old century's bones,

a spark in the coal, a new light to call our own.

From Vienna's halls to the Galician plain,

they drew up maps and stoked the iron flame.

A portal forged where the sky ripped wide,

to Ursae Majoris, beyond the tide.

The Empire sang in a thousand tongues,

and the future marched on the factory drums.


(Chorus)

Heave ho, Sophie, moon of sand,

Heave ho, Sophie, lend a steady hand.


Verse 2

They sent the farmers, the weavers, the sons,

Ukrainian fathers and Polish daughters, they came by tons.

Cities rose where the regolith lay,

smokestacks like churches pointing out the way.

Homes and mills and a flourished trade,

a dream on rust and the plans they made.

Children ran on streets of glass and ore,

and Sophie hummed like she'd been built for more.


(Chorus)

Heave ho, Sophie, bright and grand,

Heave ho, Sophie, the Kaiser's promised land.


Verse 3

But whispers curl where the engines sleep,

a rattle in the dark, a sound that doesn't keep.

A night went wrong and the alarms went loud,

men with maps and women bowed.

We loaded what we could on the last thin dawn,

left behind the silver, the pearls, the prawn.

And the Kaiser wrote with a hand like ice—

"Seal the gates, seal the moon, no more spice."


(Chorus - low)

Heave ho, Sophie, closed and banned,

Heave ho, Sophie, by the Kaiser's hand.


Bridge

Years rolled slow and the dust grew tall,

Sophie knit skin where the metal's scar was raw.

Outlaws and dreamers with lanterns and plans,

came like gulls to sift through the sand.

They swear the vaults hold a merchant's dream—

golden seams and the old Empire's steam.

But the truth's a ruin and the truth's a hush,

and the cause of the leaving lies under dust.


(Chorus - call)

Heave ho, Sophie, secrets stand,

Heave ho, Sophie, waiting in the sand.

(Reply) Heave ho, Sophie, come take my hand,

Heave ho, Sophie, we'll stake our claim on land.


Verse 4 (spoken, slow)

So listen here, you peddlers of the night—

this is a tale of hope and appetite.

The Story of Sand, it will not stay still,

it shifts like loyalties, it bends a will.

Some go to prosper, some go to mourn,

some find a fortune, some find a thorn.

A Kaiser's law can't bury a starsong long,

and Sophie hums on, and the shanty goes on.


(Final Chorus, full)

Heave ho, Sophie, moon of sand,

Heave ho, Sophie, lift a weary band.

Heave ho, Sophie, take a humble stand—

the Story of Sand is the Empire's hand.


(Outro, soft)

Heave ho, Sophie, if you hear our cry,

we'll voyage back where the old flags lie.

Sophie of sand, Sophie of scar,

we'll chase the light to that far-off star.

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