Sailing On

What is that sound

Rising up from the world?

The sound of a clock ticking on

With hours and minutes I've yet to meet

In a life that soon will be gone

Soon will be gone

Soon will be gone

Whoa, whoa, whoa

What is that sound

Rising up from the world?

The swell of the tide at the gate

Where children set sail without knowing too well

That the time is growing late

Growing late

Growing late

Whoa, whoa, whoa

I'm sailing on, I'm not a stranger

My faith will ride through wind and tide and stormy sea

I'm sailing on out of the harbor

There is a distant lamp that lights the way for me

I hope they hold it high so I can see

I'm sailing on

What is that sound

Rising up from the world?

The clang of a bell on the ledge

While young ones play on their merry way

As they float right over the edge

Over the edge

Over the edge

Whoa, whoa, whoa

I'm sailing on, I'm not a stranger

My faith will ride through wind and tide and stormy sea

I'm sailing on out of the harbor

There is a distant lamp that lights the way for me

I hope they hold it high so I can see

I'm sailing on

I'm sailing on

I'm sailing on

I'm sailing on

Sailing on

I'm sailing on