Oh we save all the souls that we can,
        You see,
        They number one in three,
        But the rest go down,
            To the murky deep,
        Their souls now roaming free.

        An albatross has a job to do,
            That's always filled with pain,
        Not all survive
            The sea's cruel heart
            Amidst the wind and rain.

        On the warm winds of Morgaard
            I floated,
        With the sea far below
            Past the strand.
        There I saw a poor sailor a'drownin'
        And I flew down to lend him a hand.
                And he struggled and fought,
                But it wasn't for naught,
        'Cause I took him then back to safe land.

        For an albatross has a job to do,
            That's sometimes filled with pain,
        Not all survive
            The sea's cruel heart
            Amidst the wind and rain.

        The sailor then said
            In a whisper,
        That his wife and young daughter
            Would sing
        'Bout the ocean's cruel hold
on a poor sailor's soul
         And the bird that would do such a thing.
                Then he thanked me once more
                On that wind-battered shore
                In a manner well fit for a king.

        For an albatross has a job to do,
            That's not always filled with pain,
        Not all survive
            The sea's cruel heart
            Amidst the wind and rain.

        Oh we save all the souls that we can,
        You see,
        They number one in three,
        But the rest go down,
            To the murky deep,
        Their souls now roaming free.
        Their souls now roaming free."