What is that sound Rising up from the world? The sound of a clock ticking on. With hours and minutes I've yet to meet. In a life, That soon will be gone Soon will be gone Soon will be gone. Woah ooh ooh ooh. What is that sound Rising up from the world? The swell of the tide at the gate Where children set sail Without knowing to well That the time is growing late, Growing late, Growing late, Woah ooh ooh ooh. I'm sailing on. And I'm not a stranger. My faith will ride Through wind and tide And stormy sea. I'm sailing on Out of the harbor. There is a distant land That lights the way for me. I hope they hold it high So I can see. I'm sailing on. What is that sound Rising up from the world? The clang of a bell On the ledge. Where young ones play On their merry way As they float Right over the edge, Over the edge, Over the edge. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. I'm sailing on. And I'm not a stranger. My faith will ride Through wind and tide And stormy sea. I'm sailing on Out of the harbor. There is a distant land That lights the way for me. I hope they hold it high So I can see. I'm sailing on. I'm sailing on. I'm sailing on. I'm sailing on. Sailing on. I'm sailing on.