From Jim Pembroke Songbook (Love Kustannus, 1976):

No more terra firma
No more terra firma

Oh my daughter
Oh my son
We got to make it together
It's been said
But ain't done
Ain't new to make it together

Ain't no end
No settled rows
Should be thankful
I suppose
There again well who knows

Help me tread
my treadmill well
Gets so hard
Something to tell
When words won't help
Just as well

No more terra firma
No more terra firma

No more

Noah and Abel
You'd better get that ship in shape
Big storm is coming

Get your waterwings
and blow reveille
One more time hang the flag on high
(A-di-ra)–aa and
One more time hang the flag on high
Hi-i-high-hi-i-i-i-i-i-high
Hi-i-high-hi-i-i-i-i-high-high

D.C.

No more terra firma
No more terra firma
No more terra firma
No more.