Sailing On Through The Night

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