We sailed on a sloop with whiskey & jazz;
When a whale called closing time.
She sank to the bottom on a Saturday night,
So we took to the running tide.
Deep in the belly of the ocean,
We did what we could to survive,
Drank sweet water from a swordfish,
As we sang to the blue valentine.
Now everybody’s going to row hard,
Everybody’s going to do what they can,
Everybody’s going to pull real hard,
To get this boat to the Promised Land.
With a little wind and a lonely sky,
Gulls crying for the gypsy’s on the water,
We followed the clouds both day and night,
Till we finally reached the boarders.
Now everybody’s going to row hard,
Everybody’s going to do what they can,
Everybody’s going to pull real hard,
To get this boat to the Promised Land.
To get this boat to the Promised Land.
To get this boat to the Promised Land.
Song at:
https://youtu.be/Y8ERzShVxwY
Poem dedicated to the memory of Dougal Robertson and his friends/family ~ from Leek in Staffordshire.
They were shipwrecked in the Pacific ocean: 1971 sank by a pod of killer whales ~surviving 38 days in a small dingy no casualties all six passengers survive chasing rain clouds before being picked up by a Japanese whaler!
