As I went down impassive rivers

I no longer felt guided by the haulers:

Yelping redskins had taken them captive

And nailed them naked to coloured stakes

We ain't seen land for 13 months

The water's running dry

The Captains drunk, stoned in his bunk

I seen the Bosun gettin' high

My mouth's still dry from the rum

That came from a bottle now long gone

St Christopher, if you hear this now

Give us a hope to carry on

Sail on

Give us a hope to carry on

Sail, sail on

The albatross flew across the bow

Below deck the Captain roared

"Bring me my gun. I want opium"

Stoned, he shot the bird

When the wind died down, the only sound

Was the whisper of his dying words

"Beware, don't stare at the Marie Celeste

This quest of ours is cursed"

Sail on

"This quest of ours is cursed"

Sail on

"This quest of ours is cursed"

Sail on

The full moon light burned bright as fire

As fever gripped the crew

To the east, Ahab's screams

Split the winding sheet in two

To the west, six silhouettes

Hung sailors now long gone

We prayed that night that in the morning light

We'd all be blown to kingdom come

Through the day you looked upon that sad, sick face of me

Through the day

Sail on

Just as we started sinking

The harbour lights came on

Arms of angels carried us

From the rocks that we broke upon

As we swam into still waters

The band began to play

I heard again that sweet refrain

Lord, O happy day

It's gonna be alright

I hope it's gonna be alright