New World Bound Lyrics

Album: The American Adventure - Epcot

There's a land 'cross this ocean
I'm waitin' to see
A land for these people
Who dream to be free

So stand by the mainsail
The fierce storms will race
Aloft with ye mates
Or King Neptune we'll face

You'd think that these land lovers
Never would last
This cargo of pilgrims
Twelve week 'fore the mast

It's land ho me hearties
At last we've arrived
And praise be to God
Nearly all have survived

But a look o'er this wilderness
Brings me to dread
That the first bitter winter
May leave 'em all dead

They call themselves pilgrims
These poor wretched souls
With a dream to be free
In the new world their goal

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