Clyde Look, the ark, it is bearing down And you are staring down The wind and the sea And hoping perhaps With the waters going back That a new day will have dawned But see, the ark, it is resting now High on Mount Ararat Starting again And the cargo that it brought Is leaping from the hold Looking for the chaos that it sought The ark, the ark, it is giving forth You might say it is giving birth To the children of man But who is this? Staring at the sunshine? Drying socks, laughing, shoving, crying? Not you, not me my friend Are not these the men of the iron mountain? Were not these the leaders of the fighting? Ah now, you see my friend . . . . Polish up your helmets, lads, we're going on parade We praise our God for sparing us to fight another day We'll sing his song in unison, we'll sing in harmony We'll stamp out insurrection, wherever it may be So bring on the rain And the lightning from the sky And let us hope again Oh look, the ark, it drifting now