Today the weather
Is very dull
North winds blow
High and low
The clouds are black
Full of rain
Ready to pound
Upon the mystery lands terrain

Our ship is being
Blown about
Tossing turning
Round and round
A gale is coming
To put us a ground
Upon the land mystery

The sky is clear
The sea is calm
The sun shines
High and bright
A gentle wind
Blows calmly along
Through the land of mystery

Those of us
Who Survived
The weather of grief
Look around
In disbelief
To find our selves
Upon the land of mystery

We gather to together
To say a few prayers
For our friends
We lost at sea
We read a verse
From the bible
We found
That was washed
Upon the land of mystery

We look around
The mystery land
With grief and sorrow
Still in us
For food and shelter
We must find
To survive
The land of mystery

We come
Across an open cave
With fresh water
Running near by
And start to build
Our dwelling place
So we build a fire
To keep us
Warm at night
Upon the land of mystery

Three years
And two days
Since we were
Washed a shore
Upon a land
Of things that are
Great and small
A vortex storm
Brought us
To this land
With in a mystic box
We are lost
And never
To be found
Upon the land of mystery.