When I was young, I sang a song of tall ships called to sea,
And I wondered then if the day would come when their bells would toll for me.
They were pilgrims bound for a distant shore, as they put the shoulder to the oar,
As they raised their sails for the great unknown, they'd begun their long journey home.
They were seekers, often blind, struggling onward against the tide,
Sons and daughters, as we are, seeking shelter near or far.
They were pilgrims bound for a distant shore, as they put the shoulder to the oar,
And they set their course through wind and storm, as they made the hard journey home.
And their spirit lives on in every man's heart,
We will wander this life 'til the day we depart from the world we know to a world that's new,
As it was for them, it must be for us too.
We are pilgrims, one and all,
Yes, we are pilgrims - can you hear them call?
We are pilgrims, born for a distant shore, as we put our shoulders to the oar,
Let us raise our sails for the great unknown, and together we'll find our way home,
Yes, together we'll find our way home.
