As a matter of facts, you are right:
Here there are no
Days, nor nights...
(Still) be good, don't bark: snow is soft 'n' bright
So take a run
Jump (in)to the white
Endurance is a ghost of light
Crunched and swollen, lonely and dread
There she lies, cold and dead
South Pole - he said - right over there
A tiny line
From nowhere
South Pole - he said - just follow me
Write your names
In history
But he'll be back
His eyes can't lie
We sit 'n' pray
(And) slowly die
My Captain, our
Fearful trip's done
The prize we sought
Now is won...
If I will ever go back there
To Annascaul or county Clare
I will build an inn, I swear!
Ice bites
Wind blinds and burns
Captain, they wait
For you to return
(Please) don't be late
Their hopes do not spurn!
Captain, they wait
For you to return