It’s getting cold aboard this boat
And we’ve been sailing for way too long

The catch is gone, there ain’t no hope
And all we want is to get back home

We can pray for the wind to blow
We could be waiting for another month

Now all we gotta do is row, row, row
If we all row hard we can get home in time before winter

We’ve seen it all. We know the score
And all the bets are now ten to one

The captain’s wrong, his mate is drunk
Only the crew are now left to trust

We can pray for the wind to blow
We could be waiting for another month

Now all we gotta do is row, row, row
If we all row hard we can get home in time before winter

Written by Harvey Springfield © 2018