(Music: Martin Schaub. Words: Jenny & Martin Schaub)

We were calling at Southampton
We´d been sailing from Bayonne
We were carrying a cargo of cement, a hundred tons
We were speeding towards Scilly
We could see St Martin´s Head
When a storm crept up behind us
Like a rumour someone spread

Billy Fife had left his mother
Was it just a month ago?
Now he struggled just to stand
His face was white,
he couldn´t move
He would make himself some money
Be his family´s biggest pride
– Can you swim? the man had asked him
Now he wished he hadn´t lied

Hey, Ho
Who is gonna come to rescue?
Hey, Ho
Who is gonna save our souls?
For seven long days we´ve been rolling and tossing
Now all we can do is to pray
for safe crossing

Daniel Gibbons was an old man
Had signed on a thousand times
Just as steady as a rock
But when he spoke, he spoke in rhymes
– Mr. Gibbons, said young Billy,
I am sure we´re going down
Tell my mother that I love her,
I will be the first to drown

Hey, Ho
Who is gonna come to rescue?

Now young Billy don´t despair
That won´t get us anywhere
Take my word for it
Tomorrow you´ll be home again, I swear
I admit the sea is cruel
But out here I have one rule
Don´t you ever lose your hope
´cause here´s your hope, your hope´s your only fuel

Hey, Ho
Who is gonna come to rescue?...

And waters like these
You don´t want to be lost in
Now all we can do is to pray
for safe crossing