A boat made of paper, it set sail with me
And O, how I've grown weary
That boat of shame it took me, now I'm far from free
And O won't you stay near me?
Hope it blowed eternal there upon the promised land
Will it wither now or will I feel my feet upon the sand?
This bundle that I carry is worth more to me than life
And O, how I've grown weary
There's only me to hold her now that I'm no more a wife
And O won't you stay near me?
Hope it blowed eternal there upon the promised land
Will it wither now or will I feel my feet upon the sand?
An ancient land I've left behind, in ruins now lies she
And O, how I've grown weary
I must spell a new life now with walls to keep her free
And O won't you stay near me?
Hope it blowed eternal there upon the promised land
Will it wither now or will I feel my feet upon the sand?
My heart is in my hand now we are on the open sea
And O, how I've grown weary
Thank God, she won't remember this, whatever it may be
And O won't you stay near me?
The orange sun was burning on the boat where we all stand
And hope it blowed eternal there upon the promised land
Will it whither now or will I feel my feet upon the sand?
