A Pilgrim's Warning (Narrated by Paul McGann)

O you chosen souls of England

That strive for lands of peace

Let us take a while and think upon

All the dangers of the seas

Hear me saints and strangers

And I will plainly show

For he's our home forevermore

On the journey we will go

There'll be winter storms and tempests

Each pilgrim will endure

Both day and night with many a fight

We seldom rest secure

Our sleep each night will suffer

With visions strange to know

And in our dreams we'll ride the stream

On the journey we will go

We'll hear those people sighing

For the land they hope to find

Hear their voices calling

For the morning sun to rise

Hear them from the wilderness

Of a thousand miles away

Hear these words of warning

In the dying of the day

There'll be loud and roaring thunder

Which darkness doesn't force

We'll often find our ship to stray

Beyond our wanted course

It causes great distractions

And sinks our hearts

Not in vain will moan complain

On the journey we will go

We'll hear those people sighing

For the land they hope to find

Hear their voices calling

For the morning sun to rise

Hear them from the wilderness

Of a thousand miles away

Hear these words of warning

In the dying of the day

There'll be dark and endless shadows

Raging night and day

And every man expecting

This cruel sea to be his grave

And down again we'll fall to pray

With our voices true and strong

When refuge falls invisible

We'll lift each man along

We'll hear those people sighing

For the lands they hope to find

Hear their voices calling

For the morning sun to rise

Hear them from the wilderness