You can see the squares of canvas dancing over the horizon
You can hear the shanty wailing, to the heavin’ of the men
You can feel the seas up to your knees, and you know the sea is risin’
And you know the Clipper’s day has come again

To the man on high the boson’s cry commands a killing strain
‘Till every mother’s son begins to pray
With a hearty shout, she comes about as she heads into the rain
And the ship has never seen a better day

[Chorus]
Sailin’ ships and sailin men, will sail the open waters
Where the only thing that matters is thе wind inside the Main
So all you lovin’ mothers keep your еyes upon your daughters
For sails will mend their tatters, and the mast will rise again

Wooden beams and human dreams are all that make her go
And the magic of the wind upon her sail
We’d rather fie the weather than the fishes down below
God help us if the rigging ever fails

As the timbers creek the captain speaks above the vessel’s groans
So every soul on board can hear the call
“It’s nothin’ but the singin’ of the ship inside her bones
And this when she likes it best of all”
[Chorus]
Sailin’ ships and sailin men, will sail the open waters
Where the only thing that matters is the wind inside the Main
So all you lovin’ mothers keep your eyes upon your daughters
For sails will mend their tatters, and the mast will rise again

Where the current goes, the Clipper’s nose is plowing fields of green
Where fortune takes the crews, we wish them well
Where men can be when lost at sea is somewhere in between
The region of a Heaven and a Hell

We’re sailing eastern harbors and the California shores
If you set your mind to see them, than you can
As you count each mast going salin’ past you’re prouder than before
And you know the Clipper’s day has come again!

[Chorus]
Sailin’ ships and sailin men, will sail the open waters
Where the only thing that matters is the wind inside the Main
So all you lovin’ mothers keep your eyes upon your daughters
For sails will mend their tatters, and the mast will rise again

Sailin’ ships and sailin men, will sail the open waters
Where the only thing that matters is the wind inside the Main
So all you lovin’ mothers keep your eyes upon your daughters
For sails will mend their tatters, and the mast will rise again