Sailing To America - Saxon

Excitement in the air

There’s a journey to prepare

They check the food and water’s all on board

They’re waiting for the tide

The sails are open wide

They’re sailing to a better place to dwell

They’re sailing to America (*)

Fly the banners high

They’re sailing to America

Set the rigging high

The quayside’s full of friends

A farewell in their hands

No-one knows if they will reach the shore

As Plymouth slips away

They’ll not be back again

They’re sailing off towards the promised land

They’re sailing to America

Fly the banners high

The Mayflower’s on her way

Set sail for many days

The lookout searching for the distant shore

Anchored in the surf

Their journey’s at an end

The pilgrims set their feet on virgin land