I know a treasure, more precious than gold
it comes from ye heavens, or so I am told
Diamonds or Silver, or Mercedes Benz,
not even the oceans, are greater than friends.
Pacific, Atlantic, Caspian and Red
Antarctic, Caribbean, and even the dead,
are all great big waters, but yes they all end
but ye are eternal
and ye are my friend
now I see stormclouds, Im glad ye are here
mates band together
ye have no fear
friends have to be here, through good times and pain.
Now batten the hatches, here comes hurricane