We were one week out from London town    With our journey near it’s end    And our hold was full of gold and trade    And we had our coin to spend       Oh we’re homeward bound to our last port o’ call    And our time on the sea is done    Soon we’ll be on a green and pleasant shore    With the rest we’ve sorely won       We were five days out from London town    And the wind was at our back    And our ship was sailin’ hard and fast    And the sky was turning black       Oh we’re homeward bound to our last port o’ call    But this squall’s got our sails stretched tight    And those black hungry clouds and that indigo sea    Won’t let go without a fight       We were three days out from London town    When we had to lower our sails    For the sea was a rough and wanton bitch    And the wind’s a banshee’s wail       Oh we’re homeward bound to our last port o’ call    And the waves how high they crash    Washin’ clean our deck of all they find    And the salt spray’s like a lash       We were two days out from London town    And our Captain was no more    Now he has his post beneath the sea    On the ocean bottom’s floor       Oh we’re homeward bound to our last port o’ call    And the hold’s taking water fast    This cold sea storm has taken its due    As it’s shatterin’ our mast       Oh we’re one day out from London town    And the sea is smooth as glass    Not a soul on the waves    Not a cloud in the sky    Nothing marking where we’d passed       Oh we’re homeward bound to our last port o’ call    And our time on the sea is done    Soon we’ll be on a green and pleasant shore    With the rest we’ve sorely won