The Pilgrims came across the sea,
And never thought of you and me,
And yet its very strange the way
We think of them Thanksgiving Day.
We tell their story, old and true
Of how they sailed across the blue,
And found a new land to be free
And built their homes quite near the sea.
Every child knows well the tale
Of how they bravely turned the sail
And journeyed many a day and night,
To worship God as they thought right.