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 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
Turned to see our metal birds
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 to do his best
to paddle as a team
All my children of the sun
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 I 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 con structive for a change
All my children of the sun
Still Egghead kept on talking
In that 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 the sound of tapping
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 river,
we found a waterfall,
it's over a hundred feet in height,
we'd none of us lived at 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.