On a Slow Boat to China - luke thompson

I was young when I set out

I can hardly remember

Oh the tales that I could tell you

If I only could remember

And the fog it is drumming

And the new world is coming

Oh this song I will be humming

When the words wont come out

On a slow boat to China

I will be, I will be

In the sea, when we get there

We will see what will be

On a slow boat to China

I will be, I will be

We will see when we get there

What will be

Now I’m old I am weathered

my beard is long and white

I have seen many crawling winters

on this sleepy ark

still we go for our fathers

and we go for the lost

still we go ever on

into the common dark