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CHORUS:
There's a New World out there, new lands to explore
Untold wealth and wonders waiting on a distant shore
There's danger and there's hardship and lives that may be lost
But a New World, a New World is worth the highest cost

A trading ship returns to Tyre with leather, furs and gold
Strange fruits and plants from unknown lands lie hidden in the hold
The captain keeps his secret port with silence and with lies
And as Phonecia fades away the captain's secret dies

(CHORUS)

A Roman trader starved with thirst runs desperately for shore
His ship aground, its hull still sound, rigged with sail and oar
With food aplenty in his reach, with wood to mend and burn
The trader sailed for Rome again never to return

(CHORUS)

The ships go out from Greenland with a hundred souls and more
Their squarerigged sails are sped by tales of a vine-entangled shore
But then the Skraelings came for them, and from Vinland they fled
And the changing weather littered Greenland with the Viking dead

(CHORUS)

From Seville there sail three ships, their captain on the make
Sailing west for distant east by math'matical mistake
But where no other would return, the Italian comes again
And so he gets the credit for founding the Spanish Main

(CHORUS)

Two thousand years from Phonecia to Columbus' famous day
Two thousand years of doubt and fear before we came to stay
Why did it take two thousand years to get to where we are?
And must we wait two thousand years to reach out for the stars?

CHORUS:

There's New Worlds out there, more than meet the eye
Untold wealth and wonders waiting up beyond the sky
There's danger and there's hardship and a few lives have been lost
But a New World, even one New World is worth the cost

"New World" © Kris Overstreet
Written in honor of the 20th anniversary of STS-25
January 28, 2006

(no subject)

CHORUS:
There's a New World out there, new lands to explore
Untold wealth and wonders waiting on a distant shore
There's danger and there's hardship and lives that may be lost
But a New World, a New World is worth the highest cost

A trading ship returns to Tyre with leather, furs and gold
Strange fruits and plants from unknown lands lie hidden in the hold
The captain keeps his secret port with silence and with lies
And as Phonecia fades away the captain's secret dies

(CHORUS)

A Roman trader starved with thirst runs desperately for shore
His ship aground, its hull still sound, rigged with sail and oar
With food aplenty in his reach, with wood to mend and burn
The trader sailed for Rome again never to return

(CHORUS)

The ships go out from Greenland with a hundred souls and more
Their squarerigged sails are sped by tales of a vine-entangled shore
But then the Skraelings came for them, and from Vinland they fled
And the changing weather littered Greenland with the Viking dead

(CHORUS)

From Seville there sail three ships, their captain on the make
Sailing west for distant east by math'matical mistake
But where no other would return, the Italian comes again
And so he gets the credit for founding the Spanish Main

(CHORUS)

Two thousand years from Phonecia to Columbus' famous day
Two thousand years of doubt and fear before we came to stay
Why did it take two thousand years to get to where we are?
And must we wait two thousand years to reach out for the stars?

CHORUS:

There's New Worlds out there, more than meet the eye
Untold wealth and wonders waiting up beyond the sky
There's danger and there's hardship and a few lives have been lost
But a New World, even one New World is worth the cost

"New World" © Kris Overstreet
Written in honor of the 20th anniversary of STS-25
January 28, 2006