Swiftly we slip across the seas
the passage calm the winds at ease
Yet still the whisper of the waves
Speaks of storms and seamans graves
While now we shelter from the fray
I know the winds are on the way

The birds are blithly drifting by
On graceful wings in steel grey skies
They sing the morrows storm to be
They wheel and dance on ruffled seas
While floating on this gentile breeze
They long to soar on wind swept seas

And now we seek to make the shore
A sheltered bay to wait the war
Of heavens wrath and neptunes greed
Of driven gales and tempests freed
And to the boundless sky I plea
Please spare us from the hungry sea