Sir John set out to sail and in his mind he would not fail
a 1000 books and provisions
for a crew paid well for the vision
On the Erebus and Terror toward Greenland and Baffin Bay.
Looking for fair weather to cross Lancaster Sound
chorus
We are sailing forth for glory
changing the map of the world
we will find a new path to the orient
and surely others will follow us into history
the trouble arose
as the early summer froze
at Beechy Island where we lost three
we were locked in tight
On King William, two years we spent
one by one we dropped off the map
chorus
Moored to an ice berg
lungs full of fluid
the lead cans breached
and madness descends
Chained to a frozen
domain and its suffering
as we drop off the map
The worst was yet to come as we came undone
we walked toward the Back River
hundreds of miles
not fit for kings men
walking in this wilderness
in their maddened state
and bellies full of ache.
credits
from Songs of the Sea,
released April 6, 2016
Dan - drums, bass, mix
Dick - violin, mix, video
Kellie - guitar, vocals, lyrics
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