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

(Repeat  *)

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

(Repeat  *)