The SOUTHWIND was a mighty proud ship Cuttin' through the waves on another long trip Her cargo was a load of fresh cloves Straight from the islands where the sweet spice grows CHORUS Reach across the wind Lay it on down Reach across the wind Lay it on down Soon she'd pass the warm Canary Isles Then turn north for another thousand miles Back and forth across the great sea She spent her life sailing wild and free Repeat Chorus Her compass read directly Southwest Headin' back again where the spice grows best Soon the isles of the Carribees Would shimmer in the water of the tropic sea Repeat Chorus