The wind has tautened the ship's sail,
Ready for the deep, deep ocean
This endless pit of emotion;
The hard wood creaks, the sea-gulls wail.

The tall white ship sets off today
Pushed by the strong wind, blowing soft.
Ride the high wave, slice through the spray,
Where hull meets water, clouds aloft.

Let us both sail this ship one day;
You, hauling ropes, spinning the wheel,
I, in the galley, cook a meal,
Sea-salted breeze, laughter and spray.