| Oh, I bid farewell to the port and the land
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| And I paddle away from Brave England’s white sands
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| To search for my long ago forgotten friends
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| To search for the place I hear all sailors end
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| As the souls of the dead fill the space of my mind
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| I’ll search without sleeping til' peace I can find
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| I fear not the weather, I fear not the sea
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| I remember the fallen… do they think of me?
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| When their bones in the ocean, forever will be
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| Plot a course to the night, to a place I once knew
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| To a place where my hope died along with my crew
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| So I swallow my grief and face life’s final test
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| T' find promise of peace and the solace of rest
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| As the souls of the dead fill the space of my ears
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| Their laughter like children, their beckoning cheers
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| My heart longs to join them, sing songs of the sea
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| I remember the fallen… do they think of me?
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| When their bones in the ocean, forever will be
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| When at last, before my ghostly shipmates I stand
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| I shed a small tear for my home upon land
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| Though their eyes speak of depths filled with struggle and strife
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| Their smiles below say I don’t owe them my life
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| As the souls of the dead fill the space of my eyes
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| And my boat listed over and tried to capsize
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| I’m this far from drowning, this far from the sea
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| I remember the living… do they think of me?
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| When my bones in the ocean, forever will be
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| Now that I’m staring down at the darkest abyss
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| I’m not sure what I want, but I don’t think it’s this
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| As my comrades call to stand fast and forge on…
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| I make sail for the dawn until the darkness has gone
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| As the souls of the dead live fore’er in my mind
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| As I live all the years that they left me behind
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| I’ll stay on the shore but still gaze at the sea
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| I remember the fallen and they think of me
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| For our souls in the ocean, together we’ll be
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| I remember the fallen and they think of me…
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| For our souls in the ocean, together we’ll be |