Endless sun on the endless sea, no shade nor land nor rain
We must reach the shores we seek to stave of certain death
Would the winds found our souls idling on the main
And waft us to new life and wealth with firm and steady breath
We hope for land, a world without a name
Where our dreams come true, we lay our claim
After 78 days at sea hunger is our hell
We are losing teeth and limbs whilst thirst has left some blind
We toil to urge this vessel on and see its canvas swell
May God have mercy on the souls we have left far behind
We hope for land, a world without a name
Where our dreams come true, we lay our claim
We hope for land, a world without a name
Where our dreams come true, we lay our claim