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´ll 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