Sailing On Through The Night
The swells were raging higher still
The ship thrown high then slammed down
It was the perfect storm imposing its will
Threatening to run the old ship aground
You could hear the old girl creak and pop
Every inch of her strained under the storm
The old engine tried revving the old prop
Pushing it to the limit of its created form
It listed and rolled with the angry old sea
Keeping itself aright be sheer will and fight
Until finally the storm broke and let her be
The old ship sails on through the night