On we go
To a land overseas
Spray and salt
Wash over me
These legs aren't made
For swell and waves
Buoys and gulls
And a flaking hull

Only those who brave it so
Will truly see its mystery
The sea

Overboard
The anchor falls
Around the port
The traders call

Only those who brave it so
Will truly see its mystery
The sea, the sea, the endless sea
The blue, the green, forever free