| Daybreak and they’ll be waiting
|
| Nervous out in the cold
|
| Searching the blue horizon
|
| Praying they’ll soon be home
|
| Sweethearts, parents and lovers
|
| Hear them say
|
| The tall ships are coming in
|
| They ride like a ghost on the tide
|
| They come way down from Rio
|
| The tall ships are coming in
|
| Fifty-nine days without land
|
| Six thousand miles, way down from Rio
|
| And they travelled by the stars
|
| Guided on the way by the southern cross
|
| Under Sugar Loaf Mountain
|
| Down in Boto Fargo Bay
|
| Christ on Corco Vado
|
| All seems so far away
|
| Close by, all point skyward
|
| Five fingers of god
|
| The tall ships are coming in
|
| They ride like a ghost on the tide
|
| They come way down from Rio
|
| The tall ships are coming in
|
| Fifty-nine days without land
|
| Six thousand miles, way down from Rio
|
| And they travelled by the stars
|
| Guided on the way by the southern cross
|
| Sweethearts, parents and lovers
|
| Hear them say
|
| The tall ships are coming in
|
| They ride like a ghost on the tide
|
| They come way down from Rio
|
| The tall ships are coming in
|
| Fifty-nine days without land
|
| Six thousand miles, way down from Rio
|
| And they travelled by the stars
|
| Guided on the way by the southern cross
|
| The tall ships are coming in
|
| They ride like a ghost on the tide
|
| They come way down from Rio
|
| The tall ships are coming in
|
| Fifty-nine days without land
|
| Six thousand miles, way down from Rio
|
| And they travelled by the stars
|
| Guided on the way by the southern cross
|
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
|
| The tall ships are coming in
|
| They ride like a ghost on the tide
|
| They come way down from Rio
|
| The tall ships are coming in
|
| Fifty-nine days without land
|
| Six thousand miles, way down from Rio
|
| And they travelled by the stars
|
| Guided on the way by the southern cross |