On the first day,
our ship sank and we rowed away.
Our spirits were good,
we knew we would
make it someday.
It's lonely at sea.
I must row, row to be free.
To stop from goin' down,
to land this ship aground
is all that's left of me.
Michael, please row the boat ashore,
fill me with the strength,
cool me with a drink
that'll take us to the shore.
The captain said, "Hey, son,
it's been days since we've begun.
Let that man row,
he'll take us to the shore
before the great storm."
This little man stood up,
grabbed the oars and started to row,
pulled back with great pain
as he cried out his name
and we moved toward the shore.
He cried: Michael, please row the boat ashore,
fill me with the strength,
cool me with a drink
that'll take us to the shore.
Stand tall, I said.
(Stand tall, I said).
Don't look back now, we're moving ahead.
With a will of stone,
we reach out on our own
as we pulled toward the shore.
He cried: Michael,
Michael,
row, row, row.
Michael,
Michael,
row that boat.
Michael,
don't look back now.
Land that ship aground.