Lucky Paul - Elephant Island lyrics

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South Georgia to the Weddell Sea,

In 1914.

We're frozen here until the spring.

She's going down: save the stores.

Adrift on the floe,

It be the morn you're longing for.

Adrift on the floe.

The desert calls for a reply,

To live or to die,

Elephant Island in our sight.

Thanks to ConcernedCitizen for correcting these lyrics