It's a famed three-master, sleek like a bird
I'm proud to be a sailor on her
Hold fast to the wave and hold fast to the wind
God willing, always straight ahead
We'll go all the way to San Francisco
I'm leaving for many months, leaving Margot behind
Thinking of it, my heart was heavy
While passing the lights of Saint-Malo
Hold fast to the wave and hold fast to the wind
God willing, always straight ahead
We'll go all the way to San Francisco
They say that over there money flows like water
You can find gold at the bottom of the streams
I'll bring back several ingots
Hold fast to the wave and hold fast to the wind
God willing, always straight ahead
We'll go all the way to San Francisco
One day I'll come back loaded with gifts
Back home, I'll go see Margot
I'll slip the ring onto her finger
Hold fast the course and hold fast the swell
On the sea that's arching its back
We'll go all the way to San Francisco