My song of the sea, you bring me a memory
of faces and voices that call me.
I find myself yearning for places I used to be,
chasing the morning and wandering free.

Come and sail on the water and follow a star,
for tomorrow is calling and we must be gone.
For we must be sailing to know where we are,
we are ships on the sea, and must keep moving on . . ."

"ohhhh's"
i find myself yearning for the places i used to be "ahhh" and missing the land.
Theres no home for the sailor on the sea or the sand.