Quiet waters - oh God, why? A school of sharks passes by I am fed up with this eating same salted fish
Calm prevails, the wind is slow We should sail, but we row I can't find the reason why You led us here to die
These stiff-necked pirates Have seen Your power and still moan
Yo ho ho, point our bow To the promised land Let Your light be our guide On this journey
Yo ho ho, wind will blow Our boat to the strand Hear our call, as we haul Oh God, lead us to Your Promised land
Don't you dare doubt His might Keep in mind what's in sight Wind and sea, obey Him When He speaks, retreats sin
Tailwind rise, a strong gale! End of crises, hoist the sails Doubtful tar, God enjoins storm wind yarr, grid your loins!
You stiff-necked pirates Have seen His power and still moan
Yo ho ho, point our bow To the promised land Let Your light be our guide On this journey
Yo ho ho, wind will blow Our boat to the strand Hear our call, as we haul Oh God, lead us to Your Promised land
Though time crawls We keep our course Island by island We approach Your shores
On Your land We will stand After the hourglass has trickled all its sand!
Yo ho ho, point our bow To the promised land Let Your light be our guide On this journey
Yo ho ho, wind will blow Our boat to the strand Hear our call, as we haul Oh God, lead us to Your Promised landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
