Will you be the ferryman?

Will you take the helm?

Will you steer the cautious?

To an unknown land

 

When the sea grows wild

When a harsh wind roars

When the boat is rocking

Will you take the oars?

 

When a fragile cargo

Fearful of their journey

Grows both tired and weary

Will you give them cheer?

 

On that final journey

When alone I stand

Will you carry me gently?

To that unknown land

 

For the penny in my hand

The penny in my hand