We know not of the days to come;
for we are helpless, everyone.
We are here and that is all;
enough to be steady in the stirring sea.
And what we thought would never go,
has disappeared in the foaming show.
And wait we must for seas to die,
holding tight to the things we prize.
For we are helpless everyone,
not knowing what the storm shall bring.
Tie down, tie down!
Wait! Wait for the day.
Wait for the sea to subside,
the clouds to clear,
and the sun to rise.