Title: Sailing On

Style: Blues

 

"What is the power of your ship?"

He came and asked of me.

I knew just how to answer him,

Yet I wanted him to see.

Upon my ship are many parts;

They work together well:

The engine, rudder, fuel and hull,

She's called the Silver Bell.

 

And we're sailing on

'Neath so many stars.

Where the waves are strong

And the course is long

We keep sailing on.

When the weather's poor

And we're far from shore

We bend our backs

We lift our heads

We keep sailing on.

 

The crew consists of all my friends;

No man can sail alone.

Without their help this boat would float

Like a heavy stone.

The portholes of my ship are clean

For others I must view.

We'll sound our horn as ships pass near;

They're charting courses too.

 

And we're sailing on

'Neath so many stars.

Where the waves are strong

And the course is long

We keep sailing on.

When the weather's poor

And we're far from shore

We bend our backs

We lift our heads

We keep sailing on.

 

Through darkness with the stars to guide

We sail the seas at night.

Through stormy skies the waves we ride.

Our cabin is sealed tight.

The powers of this ship are storng

My friends will quickly tell.

We'll not lose our dreams and faith

Nor the mighty Silver Bell.

 

And we're sailing on

'Neath so many stars.

Where the waves are strong

And the course is long

We keep sailing on.

When the weather's poor

And we're far from shore

We bend our backs

We lift our heads

We keep sailing on.