Final Journey

We were one week out from London town
With our journey near it’s end
And our hold was full of gold and trade
And we had our coin to spend

Oh we’re homeward bound to our last port o’ call
And our time on the sea is done
Soon we’ll be on a green and pleasant shore
With the rest we’ve sorely won

We were five days out from London town
And the wind was at our back
And our ship was sailin’ hard and fast
And the sky was turning black

Oh we’re homeward bound to our last port o’ call
But this squall’s got our sails stretched tight
And those black hungry clouds and that indigo sea
Won’t let go without a fight

We were three days out from London town
When we had to lower our sails
For the sea was a rough and wanton bitch
And the wind’s a banshee’s wail

Oh we’re homeward bound to our last port o’ call
And the waves how high they crash
Washin’ clean our deck of all they find
And the salt spray’s like a lash

We were two days out from London town
And our Captain was no more
Now he has his post beneath the sea
On the ocean bottom’s floor

Oh we’re homeward bound to our last port o’ call
And the hold’s taking water fast
This cold sea storm has taken its due
As it’s shatterin’ our mast

Oh we’re one day out from London town
And the sea is smooth as glass
Not a soul on the waves
Not a cloud in the sky
Nothing marking where we’d passed

Oh we’re homeward bound to our last port o’ call
And our time on the sea is done
Soon we’ll be on a green and pleasant shore
With the rest we’ve sorely won