In fields of grass
And broken glass
I pick my wild strawberries
I'm not a flame
And if it's all the same
I'm a captive on this ferry
Now the ferry
She floats high and wide
And she's so open
That it's hard to hide
She keeps moving on
Like the break of dawn
And she'll mow you down
Like a raging storm!
Now you know the sea
Was meant to be
The king of all our nature
Now the ferry's frail
But she'll always sail
And the sea can make no wager
When the sun goes down
You might look around
And find a man, His name is Jesus
He draws a crowd
But He's not too loud
You might listen if it pleases
What He's got to say
Might make your day
If it don't, He'll keep on tryin
He's got all the patience
In the world
And he's not afraid of dying, NO!
He's the only answer
To the cause
Of gettin off that ferry
If you miss your stop
Well don't give up
Just pick your wild strawberries