| We ain't seen land for 13 months | |
| The water's run dry | |
| The Captains drunk, stoned in his bunk | |
| I seen the bosun gettin' high | |
| My mouth's so dry from the rum that came | |
| From a bottle now long gone | |
| St Christopher if you hear this now | |
| Give us hope to carry on | |
| The albatross flew across the bow | |
| Below deck the captain roared | |
| Bring me my gun | |
| I want the 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" | |
| The full moon light burned bright as fire | |
| As fever gripped the crew | |
| To the east Ahab's screams | |
| Split the winding sheets in two | |
| To the west six silhouettes | |
| Hung sailors now long gone | |
| We prayed that night that in the morning light | |
| We'd all get blown to kingdom come | |
| [Rue the day you looked upon the sad, sick face of me. Rue 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 | |
| We swam into still waters | |
| The band began to play | |
| I heard again that sweet refrain | |
| Lord oh happy day | |
| Its gonna be alright | |
| (I hope it's gonna be alright) |