 I'm sailing away,
set an open course for the virgin sea
I've got to be free,
free to face the life that's ahead of me
On board, I'm the captain,
so climb aboard
Well search for tomorrow on every shore. |
 It's not too far to paradise ...
at least it's not for me. |
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 Sailing ... takes me
to where I want to be. |
 Spirits are using me
larger voices callin'...
What heaven brought you and me
Cannot be forgotten. |
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 Come sail away ... |
 ... come sail away. |
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 Mother, mother ocean,
after all the years Ive found. |
 When you see the
Southern Cross
for the first time ... |
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 Mother ... mother ocean
I have heard you call ... |
 Wanted to sail upon your waters
Since I was three feet tall ... |
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 He is the best sailor
who can steer within the
fewest points of the wind,
and exact a motive power
out of the greatest obstacles.Henry David Thoreau |
 A ship in port is safe,
but that is not what ships
are built for.Grace Murray Hopper |
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 In your time ...
... you'll be fine
You'll sail the perfect line! |
 Watched the men who rode you
switch from sails to steam ... |
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 And in your belly you hold the
treasures few have ever seen ... |
 Most of em dream,
most of em dream ... |
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 As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure ... |
 The seas in my veins,
my tradition remains ... |
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 Expanding the view of
the captain and crew ...
Like a man just released
from indenture. |
 Hear the bells ring as the
tight rigging sings ... |
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 I long for the solitude
of a sunset at sea,
and the chill of the breeze
coming in with the eve.
For the motion of my boat,
as she swings on her rode,
and the beauty of the stars,
in the evenings last glow.R.C. Gibbons, "I Long" |
 Where it all ends
I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I cruise along ...
... always searchin for songs
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker. |
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 If you want to build a ship, don't
drum up people to collect wood and
don't assign them tasks and work, but
rather teach them to long for the
endless immensity of the sea.Antoine De-Saint-Exupery |
 Yes I am a pirate,
two hundred years too late ... |
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 The cannons don't thunder
there's nothin to plunder ... |
 I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late. |
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