Our fortunes are fleeting    And our passage in steer    And God knows if I'll perish    In my twenty-fifth year       In this ship full of scurvy    With my bride at my hand    But I shall kiss her tenderly    In the great Newfoundland       And it's love that we follow today    If we dare follow St. Brendan's way       Our fathers were tillers    And our mothers knew chance    And we've tasted hunger    In Ireland and France       And these seeds of misfortune    St. Bartholomew's Day    Shall be drowned in the new world    Chosen St. Brendan's way       And it's hope that we follow today    If we dare follow St. Brendan's way       There's a light shining on you tonight    A siren call, a harbour town... a northern light       A curse on the Union Jack    On its empire and lance    And I'll piss on the troubled head    Of king Charles of France       But that's all behind us now a thousand miles away    And nothing can match the beauty    In the sight of Gaspe       And it's love that we follow today    If we dare follow St. Brendan's way       There's salt on your naked skin    And there's salt in my tears    And without you I'd pass away    Under these privateers       But that baby inside you    Is the work of our hand    A child of the revolution    And a free thinking man      And it's love that we follow today    If we dare follow St. Brendan's way