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

They're sailing to America

Set the rigging high



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



They're sailing to America 

Fly the banners high

They're sailing to America

Set the rigging high