Daybreak and they'll be waiting Nervous out in the cold Searching the blue horizon Praying they'll soon be home Sweethearts, parents and lovers Hear them say
The tall ships are coming in They ride like a ghost on the tide They come way down from rio The tall ships are coming in Fifty-nine days without land Six thousand miles, way down from rio And they travelled by the stars Guided on the way by the southern cross
Under Sugar Loaf Mountain Down in boto fargo bay Christ on Corco Vado All seems so far away Close by, all point skyward Five fingers of god