Love Among the Sailors

There is a hot wind blowing

It moves across the oceans and into every port

A plague. A black plague. There's danger everywhere

And you've been sailing

And you're all alone on an island now tuning in

Did you think this was the way

Your world would end?

Hombres. Sailors. Comrades

There is no pure land now. No safe place

And we stand here on the pier

Watching you drown

Love among the sailors

Love among the sailors

There is a hot wind blowing

Plague drifts across the oceans

And if this is the work of an angry god

I want to look into his angry face

There is no pure land now. No safe place

Come with us into the mountains

Hombres. Sailors. Comrades