SOS aboard the SS February
Attention tattered men! Land Ho!
Perhaps it is fair March on yonder land's end.
God willing, the wind blows!
All the ship's men are dying and they know.
The gelid ocean would soon eat us here.
God willing, the wind blows!
Raise the white sails to take us in tow.
As we drift to the coast, soundless and stale.
God willing, the March wind blows.
Perhaps it is fair March on yonder land's end.
God willing, the wind blows!
All the ship's men are dying and they know.
The gelid ocean would soon eat us here.
God willing, the wind blows!
Raise the white sails to take us in tow.
As we drift to the coast, soundless and stale.
God willing, the March wind blows.