Saturday, 13 December 2014
Run to the bridge, captain, swell's mountain high,
The wreckers are out, and I fear we shall die.
Steer us to safety, as only you can,
There's fear in the eyes now, of every man.
The cargo is shifting, we're starting to list,
We can't see the land for the rain and the mist.
Deliver us, captain, to some sheltered bay,
Neither tempest nor wreckers shall have us today.
Our children are waiting, our wives holding tight
To the hope that the storm will not take us, tonight.
To heaven we look and to God we will pray,
But our captain's the one saving souls here this day.