"The Wake Of St. Brendan" lyrics

Of course it's easier now
We've got GPS for maps
We're now an inferior breed
We're so smart, we'll just use the app
I'm meticulous and thorough
And it gets dangerous

I'm re-winding the clock, re-winding the clock
1,500 years of survivor's tears
To the time of boats swaddled in leather
Ox-hide leather, North Sea weather
All untethered

Headed out to Greenland
There's ice and we're smothered in fog
In the wake of St. Brendan
We tip our caps and then move on

I walk in the footsteps
I ride in the wake of
I walk in the footsteps
Oh I ride in the wake of
In the wake of St. Brendan

Replicas of sailing ships
Sailing ships and galleys
Now Sinbad, now Ulysses, now Marco
Polo (G)

Rewinding the clock, I'm rewinding the clock
Back to 800 AD
In our minds we clearly see

I walk in the footsteps
I ride in the wake of
I walk in the footsteps
Oh, I ride in the wake of
In the wake of St. Brendan

I walk in the footsteps
I ride in the wake of
I walk
I walk in the footsteps
Oh, I ride in the wake of
In the wake of St. Brendan