| Daybreak and they'll be waiting | |
| Nervous out in the cold | |
| Searching the blue horizon | |
| Praying they'll soon be home | |
| Sweethearts, parents and lovers | |
| Hear them say | |
| The tall ships are coming in | |
| They ride like a ghost on the tide | |
| They come way down from Rio | |
| The tall ships are coming in | |
| Fifty-nine days without land | |
| Six thousand miles, way down from Rio | |
| And they travelled by the stars | |
| Guided on the way by the southern cross | |
| Under Sugar Loaf Mountain | |
| Down in Boto Fargo Bay | |
| Christ on Corco Vado | |
| All seems so far away | |
| Close by, all point skyward | |
| Five fingers of god | |
| The tall ships are coming in | |
| They ride like a ghost on the tide | |
| They come way down from Rio | |
| The tall ships are coming in | |
| Fifty-nine days without land | |
| Six thousand miles, way down from Rio | |
| And they travelled by the stars | |
| Guided on the way by the southern cross | |
| Sweethearts, parents and lovers | |
| Hear them say | |
| The tall ships are coming in | |
| They ride like a ghost on the tide | |
| They come way down from Rio | |
| The tall ships are coming in | |
| Fifty-nine days without land | |
| Six thousand miles, way down from Rio | |
| And they travelled by the stars | |
| Guided on the way by the southern cross | |
| The tall ships are coming in | |
| They ride like a ghost on the tide | |
| They come way down from Rio | |
| The tall ships are coming in | |
| Fifty-nine days without land | |
| Six thousand miles, way down from Rio | |
| And they travelled by the stars | |
| Guided on the way by the southern cross | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| The tall ships are coming in | |
| They ride like a ghost on the tide | |
| They come way down from Rio | |
| The tall ships are coming in | |
| Fifty-nine days without land | |
| Six thousand miles, way down from Rio | |
| And they travelled by the stars | |
| Guided on the way by the southern cross |