I was young when I set out
I can hardly remember
Oh the tales that I could tell you
If I only could remember
And the fog it is drumming
And the new world is coming
Oh this song I will be humming
When the words wont come out
On a slow boat to China
I will be, I will be
In the sea, when we get there
We will see what will be
On a slow boat to China
I will be, I will be
We will see when we get there
What will be
Now I’m old I am weathered
my beard is long and white
I have seen many crawling winters
on this sleepy ark
still we go for our fathers
and we go for the lost
still we go ever on
into the common dark |