All my children of the sun The navigator said to the engineer I think our radio's dead I can hear but I can't send And there's bad weather up ahead The pilot said to the co-pilot Our right engine's gone But if we can make it over these mountains Perhaps I can set her down All my children of the sun Five hundred miles from nowhere We belly landed on a river We bid a quick goodbye To that ship of silver Twenty-five piled out the window Twenty reached the shore We turned to see our metal bird Sink to rise no more All my children of the sun We found some floating logs We found some sharp stones We cut some vines and made a raft It was our only hope The navigator said he thought there was A town somewhere downstream So now each man tried his best To paddle as a team All except one young guy Who kept arguing with the navigator He said he'd read about a waterfall We would come to sooner or later At a river's bend he persuaded us To bring our raft to beach But a search party found the river smooth As far as eye could reach All my children of the sun Once again he persuaded us to stop We cursed at the delay Once again we found the river Flowing on the same old way We said, "Shut up your arguing You give us all a pain Why don't you pitch in and do your part Be constructive for a change?" All my children of the sun Still egghead kept on talking In the same long winded way We said, "If you won't paddle Get the hell out of our way" We told him to go sit Far back at the stern Then we strained to paddle harder And then the river made a turn All my children of the sun One paddler heard sound of tapping And what he saw, when he did turn Was egghead with a sharp stone Cutting the vines that bound the stern With a cry of rage the paddler Leaped up to his feet He swung his long pole Knocked egghead into the deep But now the logs were splaying out The raft had come unbound Like mad we paddled for the shore Before we all would drown All my children of the sun A search party went out to find more vines To tie the raft up tight In twenty minutes they returned Their faces pale with fright They said a quarter mile down the river We found a waterfall It's over a hundred feet in height It could have k**ed us all All my children of the sun And that is why on the banks Of a far off wilderness stream Which none of us, none of us Will ever see again There stands a cross for someone Hardly older than a boy Who we thought was only Trying to destroy All my children of the sun