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