THE AMERICAN ADVENTURE
NEW WORLD BOUND
Lyrics by F.X. Atencio and music by Buddy Baker
There's a land 'cross this ocean I'm waitin' to see,
A land for these people who dream to be free.
So stand by the mainsail the fierce storms we'll race.
Aloft with ye mates or King Neptune we'll face.
You'd think that these landlubbers never would last,
This cargo of pilgrims twelve week 'fore the mast.
It's land ho, me hearties, at last we've arrived,
And praise be to God nearly all have survived,
But a look o'er this wilderness brings me to dread
That the first bitter winter may leave 'em all dead.
They call themselves pilgrims, these poor wretched souls.
With a dream to be free in the new world their goal.
