White sails... White sails... Mast runing high, run and knock in every door tell the women not to cry...
Here they come... I can see most everyone, In the early morning sun I can hear the sing from men.
See how the come trough the wind and the ocean waves... See how they stand so mighty. One hundred days Since they went for beyond the sea Leaving us in empty anxiety... How many tears did we cried Waiting for this day, In our dark imagination... How many hopes of return do they now fulfilled In this happy celebration.
White sails... White sails... Mast runing high, run and knock in every door tell the women not to cry... White sails... White sails... Mast runing high, run and knock in every door tell the women not to cry...
Here they come... I can see most everyone, In the early morning sun I can hear the sing from men. In every churchs bell of echo in every home... Spread the good news around you. Tell everyone that the men have at last return... And that every wish has come true. How many days did we pray for each one of them In our only expectation... How many hopes of return do they now fulfilled In this happy celebration. White sails... White sails... Mast runing high, run and knock in every door tell the women not to cry...
Here they come... I can see most everyone, In the early morning sun I can hear the sing from men.