O we once sailed the Atlantic and the wide Pacific sea,
working hard to earn some money that would feed a family.
Lived on rum and muddy water, salty pork and stone-like bread:
Fifty sailors and the Captain and Old Bess who was the cat.
We survived through cruel hardships, cold and scurvey and the lot,
till the day we got entangled with the mighty Ocean God.
And the seas would rage and ravage and we knew that we would die –
than a massive wall of water tossed us up into the sky.
There is many a ship that sinks, and all men must die,
but the »Solitude« she rose, and she ploughs the sky.
Give us a cheer as we steer through the clouds so high,
for the »Solitude«’s a brave ship, and she’s learnt to fly.
And we feared that we would tumble and crash down into the sea,
but instead of that, we drifted through the clouds so wild and free.
We found time to nurse our bruised, mend our sails and mourn our dead:
We twelve sailors and the Captain and Old Bess who was the cat.
Then we found the time to wonder why we lived, and where we were,
and we realized the »Solitude« was floating through the air.… Weiterlesen