Take the North Star for your journey
Hanging low in the eastern sky
For it's on the banks of Jordan
The dead will come alive
Take a token for the ferry
Iron chains to burnished gold
Dropping swiftly in the shallows
Where the damned absolve their souls
Take a hymn book for the footpath
Sing 'em low and sing 'em sweet
When you hear that hound a-baying
Let your prayers lull him to sleep
Take the North Star for your journey
Hanging low in the eastern sky
For it's on the banks of Jordan
The dead will come alive