Sky is overcast
 Old man of the sails
 Summoning to mass
 Terns upon the rails
 By some mystic means
 Of changing gulls to kings
 Old man had a way
 So the seagulls sang

Chorus
 Our hoard has been abducted by a common draft

 Old craft of mine
 And left us on a raft
 Goodbye ye kings in the sky
 Our stand has been abandoned by the rubes we crossed

 Ships in the sky
 And left us at a loss
 Ye old craft of mine
 Our vessel has been boarded by a common craft
 Ships in the sky

 And left us on a raft

 So long ye old craft of mine
 Our channels are abandoned and the craft is lost
 Ships in the sky


 Cursed flock descending
 Terns upon the rails
 Charmed by instruments and charts
 Compasses and scales

 Din is overwhelming
 Screaming mob will find
 So as they have made us deaf
 The old man made them blind

 By some scheme or sorcery
 The ship had taken flight
 Capsized by the moon and strewn
 Its wreckage through the night

 See gulls all the same
 Searching for the rails
 Summoning in vain
 Old man of the sails
 Still they dive and sing
 Of becoming kings
 Old man now they say
 Lives far below the waves

Chorus

 So long, ye old craft of mine
 Good bye, ye ships in the sky