Ivory rings, singing peacocks
  and things from the East
  There´s a beast on a chain made of gold
  All her cargoes change
  with the changing seas
  And the name of the clipper is The Charity
  Her sails are fading in the sky
  As she bids the land breeze goodbye
  In the teeth of the sea-wind she flies
  A million years on a sea of tears
  Charity
  
  Nightward she sails and the fiery trails
  of her wake, drown the sky
  "I am breaking" she cries
  And her figurehead is a barbary queen
  With a breast as cold as the sea is green
  And she reaches out her arms to the storm
  Her long hair windwhipped and torn
  She begs for a harbor that´s warm
  A million years on a sea of tears
  Charity
  
  She chries "My name it is The Charity
  Beware your luck if you´d sail with me...
  Beware"
  Come says the tall ship sailing on the East Wind
  Run say the white sails filling with the West Wind
  Now say the grey gulls riding on the South Wind
  Fly say the green waves breaking in the North Wind