When the North winds tear like banshees

Cross the Atlantic Ocean’s waters deep

As she cries so angered and mournful

So much like a lost child’s weary weep

When the waves crash o’er the bow rail

Till you have to hold your breath and stay

A piece of rope hooked to a stanchion

That’s when you heed the need to pray

When you feel that great ship a’heavin

Like it’s very bowels are about to burst

See splintered lifeboats in the water

And deep down fear this ain’t the worst

When the lights go out in the wheelhouse

Lost beacon in Satan’s cauldron of demise

You tie that rope a little tighter

Beg God’s forgiveness for past lies

Then round the headland the ship heaves to

The Bay’s open arms welcome Neptune’s loss

In the lea of time this place so fine

Dropped anchors hold us now from roll and toss

With heads bowed deep to God we weep

Our everlasting thanks for all he gave

Especially on that day as in days of old

You calmed the waters and the wave.