The Wake of St. Brendan

Of course, it's easier now We've got GPS for maps We're now an inferior breed We're so smart, we'll just use the app, app I'm meticulous and thorough And it gets, gets dangerous I'm re-winding the clock, re-winding the clock 1,500 years of survivor's tears To the time of boats swaddled in leather Ox-hide leather, North Sea weather All untethered Headed out to Greenland There's ice and we're smothered in fog In the wake of St. Brendan We tip our caps and then move on I walk in the footsteps I ride in the wake of I walk in the footsteps Oh, I ride in the wake of In the wake of St. Brendan Replicas of sailing ships Sailing ships and galleys Now Sinbad, now Ulysses, now Marco Polo (G) Rewinding the clock, I'm rewinding the clock Back to 800 AD In our minds we clearly see I walk in the footsteps I ride in the wake of I walk in the footsteps Oh, I ride in the wake of In the wake of St. Brendan Oh, wake of, wake of, wake of I walk in the footsteps Oh, I ride in the wake of I walk, I walk in the footsteps Oh, I ride in the wake of In the wake of St. Brendan